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a dream caravan
by Charlie Morganso many people have jumped off;
you're apt to realize friends.
they're the ones left.
they wear smelly clothes of care,
concern and have too big a heart;
fills their chests.
they wipe your tears with a soft grin
saying 'i already been there!'
i am a piece of cheese,
eat me, find substance, solace;
make me one with you and all.
i'm walking fast as i can.
slow the pace for megrandson
has short legs and struggles.
his mom turns; grins. 02/26/2008 Posted on 02/26/2008
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Keith McFarlane on 02/26/08 at 05:06 PM Hooked from the first stanza on this one chaz -- so poignant. I think about how many of my "best friends" from high school I've called lately, who have called me -- not many. Nice write, touching message about the narrowing tunnel of personal concern. |
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