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i'm just sayin'
by Charlie Morgani put my 5 yr. old in my pocket;
he'd been out playing all morning.
now i'm stuck with the burden of
his (sometimes) annoying attitude.
he want's out of my pocket, play
on that no. 8 green instead of
putting on it. i'm up, he squirms.
my pocket filled with realities
of age, reason, humility, visions
conjured by my soul, a fraternity
of kids being kids, all ages welcome;
but today: a day of older fraternal
kids; all with their own 5 yr.old
packaged[firmly] in their pockets;
many don't know this but operate
by leading the board of corporations.
my 5 yr. old knows this, even. some don't. 06/18/2011 Posted on 06/18/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 06/18/11 at 07:11 PM to be an eternal 5yr old, even in the corporate realm; wouldn't that be a 'nice' life to live? |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/19/11 at 03:48 AM I an back at the Putt-Putt with my nephew trying to time my put to avoid the blades of the windmill. Gleeful, he has gotten a hole in one and I am hesitating - trying to get my timing right. Timing is everything they say. Never have it under control. It races when as my joints creak. Thanks for the the Morganesque trip - I have missed them. You still rock, Chaz. |
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