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no knees needed
by Charlie Morganonly a man who is gonna die soon
can know as much as i know;
i know tomorrow now. so, why bother
telling others whose ears're closed.
bury my urn on Daddy's belly, 22 inches down
and 2 and a half feet above him, facing up.
with his repaired knee he can stand
on his walk, upward to Jesus.
then neither of us will need knees. 10/31/2011 Posted on 10/31/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/31/11 at 04:15 PM ONE of the things I like about this one is the way you stand up to death and look it square in the face. Underneath: wisdom? courage? big words you probably wouldn't own, but I have to admit - they came to my mind when I read your newest pome. I kneel on one knee, head bowed, awaiting your next blessing. You are my newest shaman. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/31/11 at 04:29 PM ... excellent..... |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/31/11 at 05:32 PM Ditto what Glenn said. I can't think of any other way to express it. |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 10/31/11 at 05:35 PM excellent .. well said Glenn.. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 10/31/11 at 07:23 PM If you are in an urn, then your knees are burned...right? |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 10/31/11 at 08:08 PM Well I am hoping to get a brand new body..including new knees when I go..I really enjoyed this especially the thoughts of the journey with your father! |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 11/01/11 at 10:49 AM I know of people dying to write with this depth of clarity -- I guess it's those rose-tinted ear-lenses...
'ere's to listening up chaz :> |
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