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long days to come
by Charlie Morganahhh when i retire, will i retire
to my couch of crosswords, naps.
will i be given the Key to Apathy;
mayhaps the AAA route to Anger.
could be looming a fellow named, Awl
Zheimer, he stays all around.
he may bed down at mi casa but su casa
you would never make it.
Aspberger may bring Parkinson, they
can all visit my Heart Disease.
i might give directions to politicians;
directions such as 'hold your breath'.
until Simon says. that gets them everytime.
they don't know Simon, so they slobber;
slobber like i might, pee stains all over,
odor, paired like jacks and bouncing balls.
a soliloquy of moments in Uncle Arnold's mind
jostling and bumping into each other.
quit. let go of my arm. you're hurting me;
i turn and go from a 'one more' visit
to Uncle Arnold and all his guests.
and possibly my future. 10/09/2009 Posted on 10/09/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/10/09 at 01:14 AM Ah yes, the things we have to look into the future for. It wouldn't be so bad if you could live normally, what ever the hell that is, right to near the end and just take a pill. I just might move to Oregon. But I'll still try to read and write up till the end. Hopefully someone will be kind enough to tell me when I can no longer understand what I'm reading or writing. Good write Charlie. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/10/09 at 07:12 PM From A to Z your sense of humor will keep everyone around you amused and the wiser, since your sense of irony and playful yet serious insight riddens the beds and eases the dis tastes that may accompany quest for age-old old age gold. |
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