I was hoping
for a quiet place
where I ‘d
be left alone,
Remembering
my yesterdays
no neighbors
coming home,
I was
searching for some solitude
a peaceful
place to think,
This is very
nice and all
but I could
use a drink.
There isn’t
a bartender
no bottles
on the wall,
a very
crumpled fender
after someone
said,
“Last call.”
1 comment:
Don't bury me beneath the ground - where I cannot hear a sound.
Spread my ashes and let me fly - with the birds up in the sky!
Over Mountains and through the trees - free as a bird to go where I please!
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