Dirt under my fingernails

Dirt under my fingernails

A Poem by Jon Roggie

I hope it is dirt.
  Never know when you rummage around.

Sometimes, you have to get dirty.

Dig through history,
  and hard to tell what you might find.

Raise an eyebrow at the occasional find.

Not like any of it was your choice.

You live your own life.

Don't let the past stain your fingers.

© 2016 Jon Roggie


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My...I like this. I have a family member who is absolutely obsessed with family history. It is amazing what she finds out. That's what this brought to my mind. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

8 Years Ago

You nailed it. My mom is into the entire family history. Still waiting to find out if I am related.. read more

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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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