Ten more years

Ten more years

A Poem by Jon Roggie

I have said it before,
 and at times it becomes painful.

I want to become a hermit.
  Longing for peace,
    and silence.

I have to wait.

Niece is fifteen,
 and I am the executor.

So,
 I have to help raise her,
  and wait until she is twenty-five.

Make the best of it.

I have ten years of conversations.

She gets to help set up my cave.

© 2017 Jon Roggie


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responsibilities like these will make or break a person, caring for children, even teenagers, will change a person luckily, its usually for the better.

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Now, I am getting cranky.

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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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