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a mirrored day
by Charlie Morganthe gears of my mind were in neutral,
as i waited for my agenda to catch-up.
a day crafted in circumstances, and me:
waiting for the bullet points of my day.
surrounded by Quiet. i heard a cricket snore,
as the wave crests on my pool were wet reflections,
waved as they flew-by determined to get to the other end.
i am on life-support; i need to have plenty.
a job, for financials; a loving wife, for basics:
guidance, daily; a strong back for hard work,
a caring heart for my manly sloth and dignity.
i wait to retire, count the angels on a pin-head;
catch the Leprechaun at dusk of daybreak, his gold.
the Cheshire cat is jealous, as i enter stage left.
decades pepper my life, each an existence; a life.
an ocean current of madness held each together.
often my soul cried, often it would laugh out loud.
still, and all. i am, now, once wasn't. one day: not.
04/05/2010 Posted on 04/05/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 04/05/10 at 07:13 PM Charlie, i love your persepctive on things, I always enjoy reading little glimpses of that great mind of yours! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/06/10 at 03:00 PM Charlie- I love your outllok on life. You notice things that most people do not. You have a wonderful way with words. The images are marvelous. Great write, as per always.Thanks for sharing. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/07/10 at 04:02 PM Lovely pondering your needs and wants, the snoring cricket, the determined waves, the decades that have shaped you with laughter or tears. Thank you. |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 04/09/10 at 03:53 PM You my friend can see the simple things in life and make the most of it. Like listening to the crickets and hugging a child. Best times.UH? |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 04/13/10 at 02:06 PM I am so glad to see this as POD Charlie! It was a good read the second time around too |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/13/10 at 03:24 PM A fine POTD, Charlie! Congrats! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/13/10 at 09:10 PM Very nice retirement poem Charlie. Now is when it really begins. I forget everything. My wife writes me a note for the store and I forget to take it, remembering only two of the six items and buying three things we already have, etc... Congtratulations on POTD. |
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