hello All, Sweet words often calm the beast.... Peoms say so much in so few words.. I used to write peoms alot The words and thoughts would be like water flowing down the falls I couldn't keep up with them with my pen.. reading them now makes me think I lost a part of me in Lifes everydays chores and work to make ends meet,, and keeping up with kids and home spreads me thin.. My only vacation is when I sleep. I haven't stopped to smell a rose just the coffee to get me to my toes, Crab the keys off i go 9, 10 , 14 hours on the road. traffic is slow to many cars wait your turn (BEEP HONK) 2 hours for 3 miles cities no place to be. Whats his piece of cardboard say? "Homeless-Hungry" I see him everyday, small boney ratty clothes. I do like the same as the day before, toss him what I have left to get me through to supper. No time to stop I'll eat at home. Home again, just in time to eat and say good night. next time I'll ask him his name...... ??? maybe pack him a lunch.. now i sleep.
maybe I could still write a few?? You might think everyday is a poem waiting to be written,, This was a typical day for me..
Thanks for the Invite....
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