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only thing to wear
by Charlie Morganwaking, i collect clothes for the day;
face too. today i'll need that smile.
much to cry about; laugh about, i walk backwards,
(my grocery list rol-0-dexing in my mind;
have yet to invoke Jesus; do that now.)
before i start any dos of don'ts. my way of life;
another stick-man stilts out of his house of straw.
armor clanking a browner tone than yesterday;
i shake it; only now is it fitting, tho' a tad snugly.
my armor suit of love, welded with rivets
of trust, of course not in man, to the Higher Power. 08/17/2010 Author's Note: ...Tim, yours caused this. thanks.
Posted on 08/17/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/17/10 at 12:32 PM Charlie you have much of it. I see it every time you mention that little two legged tyke. We all need more than we have it seems. Good write. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 08/25/10 at 03:21 AM I really enjoyed your use of extended metaphor here, Charlie. It’s out of the box thinking and I love it. |
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