I’m middle aged—And that is not to be confused with a younger person who has begun to fear growing old. I don’t have much cancer, talent, muscle, or money; One could say I live my life accordingly. I live in Alabama. That is where I love from. I’m glad to be alive even though I cannot really justify it much of the time.
I regret what the human race has done to our world. I’m trying to find courage to live so as not to regret too much of what I’ve done with my life. I try not to hate, dread, or envy, but I’m willing to rant, hide, or beg.
Disclaimer: I can be too preachy and dread realizing that I have sounded as though I have no idea what I’m talking about. Also, if something in my poetry seems nonsensical, it wasn’t on purpose…and could be the result of a cognitive dysfunction on my part.
I desire safe, beautiful, purposeful adventure. I desire to be known as a loving person. I desire to bring joy to my loved ones if I possibly can before it’s too late.
Below, please find partial lyrics for The Talking Heads’, “What a Day That Was.”
… There are fifty thousand beggars
Roaming in the streets
They have lost all their possessions
They have nothing left to eat…
… I’m dreaming of a city
It was my own invention
I put the wheels in motion
A time for big decisions
And on the first day, we had everything we could stand
Ooh and then we let it fall
And on the second day, there was nothing else at all
Ooh what a day that was…
… Ooh that’s the way it goes
There’s a million ways- to get things done
There’s a million ways- to make things work out…
__________________ Yours in hope, Day3of