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not an ordinary man
by Charlie Morganwhen we learn a lifetime of things;
ways to do those things; when to do
those things; what comes next; what
went before; what's happening now.
then we die and forget it all.
only God would do that. i smile
as i rest on the laurels of His
goodness, with which i will have
no memories of all the things i
did, happened upon, felt the urge,
just-for-no-good reason, on and on.
and in a robe that doesn't fit,
i will watch from what we call
Heaven. i'm foolish that way. 09/26/2011 Posted on 09/26/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 09/26/11 at 07:21 PM amen brother. this poem was like chunky chicken noodle soup for my guts. you're one of the originators & classics around here my friend. cheers & musketeers... |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 09/26/11 at 10:22 PM Charlie- you are anything but ordinary. in fact, you're just the oppisite: extrordinary. You're a complex. yet down to earth man. A loving husband and a VERY loving Grandpaw. BTW- you're a good writer! |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 10/31/11 at 01:59 AM Oh I am just as foolish as you...in that same robe! Excellent! |
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