Open Poetry #49 |
Backtracking |
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
those days the lost ones I realize I wasn’t significant as I rambled o’er the magnificence of this vibrant country no . . . I was only a speck a name my burdens were not immense I but thought they were I was living a falsehood; a lie it served me well kept me in turmoil I crested huge peaks of regret walking with my feet submerged in the misery of my guilt I had company those I met had the same look of despair on their faces we sought each other out of course misery loves company they say yes, ‘tis true I stumbled along my journey was treacherous I was quite mad much of the time when I revisit those days I shake my head wondering . . . how in the hell I survived ©March 28, 2014 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ In America, anyone can become president. That's the problem. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
"how the hell I survived" Jerry, I'm sure that line strikes a cord with a whole lotta people. Good one! Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yes, I'm sure that it does. Thanks for the read and comment. ~*~ In America, anyone can become president. That's the problem. ~*~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
I've got to the stage that I'm wondering why I'm surviving now but, yes, I guess we all did wild things when we were young. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Hah! Yes we have, Helen, and I parlayed my wild things into adulthood. I hear you on why I'm surviving now also. Why, indeed. ~*~ In America, anyone can become president. That's the problem. ~*~ |
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