Twenty
The things i think when i just sit and write.
Some are so wrong but always feel right.
Its like my mind is a maze in a daze, but a phrases will appear, either words of happiness or words of fear.
I just go with the flow as someone once said... LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL... My mind is a park and i'm on a stroll.
Its funny how, when the dishes are finished, and with just 5 minutes you can write a poem and leave people in stitches.
Although i keep in mind the essence of laugh cause how long are you interested if it is all bad .
Because with bad comes good unless i'm misunderstood you learn from a lesson then turn it to good.
To look on the ground and find twenty bucks, someone's misfortune is somehow my luck.
Does that make it good luck or does that make it bad if i lost a twenty i no id be mad.
So i pick it up flip it call it, then i stash the cash or should install in my wallet hit the store and ball it.
later that night it all set in what if that was a twenty for his sons gift should i hit the streets just to see if i can find the person that lost TWENTY
Copyright © Mike Gauthier | Year Posted 2011
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