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thanks for the visit, now i have to scream

by Charlie Morgan

when my nose can't smell clover,
or my eyes see bluebonnets, i'll

have long sleeves, frail arms;
take me any direction, tell me

anything, it'll work.

get my feet ambling, any whichway
you choose, set me down, family's

paperweight of care, in the way.
just lay me down, and go; leave.

that's what you do best.

04/03/2008

Posted on 04/03/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 04/03/08 at 02:20 PM

Oh Chaz. This is so heartbreaking. I hope this is just an exercise and not an actual observation of your life. I did actually live it a couple of years ago with my Mom. Your concluding line was my conclusion as well. Powerful write that I can so relate to. *Big hugs* and scream away. It does help relieve the pressure.

Posted by George Hoerner on 04/03/08 at 05:21 PM

Nice write my friend. I guess as we age we all consider these things. I've always thought I'd just as soon sleep under an overpass somewhere as to be where I was a pain to someone. As long as I've got my laptop and enough strength in my fingers I'll be Ok.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/22/09 at 12:04 AM

You say what I always all ways manage to set way in the back room in the darkness. I don't want to face it. Just hope I leave suddenly before I become a paperweight... not that anyone would even use me for that. You are the mature brave in this tribe, Charlie. May you be always honored for your wisdom as you are on these pages.

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