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a game isn't it?

by Charlie Morgan

while i balance the Universe on a pin-head,
from the bedroom i hear, 'PAPPAW ! WANNA PLAY
CONNECT FOUR? PAPPAW !' 'PAPPAW ! CONNECT FOUR, HUH?
CONNECT FOUR PAPPAW! WANNA PLAY?'
atom-splitting, orbs orbiting, companies
starting-up, going broke, pensions...

and i stop to Connect Four with my Universe;
it is a pretty small cosmos, after all.

05/27/2011

Posted on 05/27/2011
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 05/28/11 at 11:51 PM

I wish we could hear that from the next room but we must skype or call but I love when he asks about his PaPa and calls me Grammy. I love when you right about Him. smh

Posted by George Hoerner on 05/29/11 at 01:50 AM

We never know where a 'game' will take son, daughter, or grandchild. Well done Charlie.

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