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by George Hoerner

Figured it out?
Not me
After all these years

I don’t believe I know
Much more than I ever have
A little here and little there

Pieces maybe but
I take each step without
Looking at where my foot will fall

I’ve gotten into things
Except for ‘drugs’ for which
I’ve never seen a need

If life doesn’t give one
The sufficient ‘high’ they require
More help than a pill would be needed

Do I scream about life and its lows
No, mostly I cry but occasionally
I find the two can live together


Posted on 03/18/2016
Copyright © 2023 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/18/16 at 02:23 PM

there is no ? ( question ) but I adore your work, which is my preferred euphoria. Like you, George, I found no need for drugs. The words of poets such as yourself, serve to offer the best high imaginable in this world or any other. The only other high to compare to your words, my brother, is the love I have for this woman, the love of which would be useless for me to shake. For it is for the love of her that I wake up every day and suffer the words which she still affects in me to write.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/18/16 at 04:46 PM

Universal yet personal. "I take each step without Looking at where my foot will fall" - there is an element of both faith and a sense of adventure in this line. Thanks for this reflection.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/18/16 at 06:53 PM

Nicely expressed slice of introspection that I'm sure we all can relate to, George. Well done!

Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/03/18 at 12:47 PM

Oh, how I relate. I am sure of so few things, but certainty is not something I spend much time worrying about. I find that last stanza particularly poignant and human. Thanks you.

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