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Shooting at a hoop,
Drinking a cold pop,
Checking out the cars,
Staring at women,
Twenty-five-years-old,
With nothing to do,
And nowhere to go,
Nothing changes.
Sitting on a chair,
Drinking a cold beer,
Checking out the cars,
Staring at women,
Forty-five-years-old,
With nothing to do,
And nowhere to go,
Nothing changes.
Sitting on a bench,
Need to take a piss,
Feeding the pigeons,
Staring at women,
Sixty-five-years-old,
With nothing to do,
And nowhere to go,
Nothing changes.
Shitting in my bed,
Wishing I were dead,
I can't drive at night,
Eighty-five-years-old,
Wish I weren't here,
Anywhere but here,
Nothing is the same,
Everything changes.
THANK GOD THAT EYE DEW KNOT SUBSCRIBE TWO THIS HEAR MIND SET..AND AS SOON AS EYE FIND MY WHITE CANE & SUNGLASSES,I AM GOING TWO DRIVE DOWN TOWN & SHOOT SOME POOL & GET DRUNK..IF EYE COULD REMEMBER WHERE EYE LEFT MY WIFE THEN SHE COULD DRIVE FOR ME ........ RALPH YOU DID GOOD & IM LOOKING FORWARD TO HAVING A FRIEND READ ME MORE OF YOUR SUBMISSIONS..JOE
I liked it a lot! Somewhat depressing, somewhat comical and more than a little realistic about life. Keep up the good work!
Wow, you managed to catch the horror on an unlived life. This poem will be mentioned in Poetry Recommendations.
Hi my awesome writer friend. well let me say. ill always read yours any day. full and fun thats what you are. my best friend by so far.
just keep sending and your see. other like me that love thee.