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youth, wises-up
by Charlie Morganbusy, on the phone. trying
to start a new life, a venture.
to walk down a path, ladened
with tight jeans, lil' chunky
girls named Olga, Lillians.
blind to the corners of birthdays;
each one a trip away from yesterday
and a plie to the dawn of a new day.
similar only by sunshine, other people.
a day to look for Mr. Right, Mr. Hunk.
soon the moon will be up and glowing
and each pair will swing hand in hand.
nodding with the steady gait of leaders
who walk to their own beat, many follow
mindlessly, mouths open swallowing lies.
another life lived, eating unhappiness
for the entre and tears for dessert.
chased with a slurp from De Leon's cup
of elixir for death, fountain of youth.
found in a wholesome walk with Jesus. 09/08/2008 Posted on 09/08/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 09/09/08 at 03:51 PM Man, you have been prolific of late. Great writes all, Charlie. Write on and make hay while the sun shines for tomorrow the block may come :) |
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