So, I still
have miles to go
and poems to save,
and time to rant and rave
and snort and shout
and let it all hang out.
I’ll fuss and fume and
act the part expected, ad hoc.
I'll smooth the rankle from my brow
and darn the that hole in my sock.
I’ll lie in bed and contemplate
the path of man, his ultimate fate.
I’ll awaken to the sun at dawn
with rancor as I begin to trim the lawn
and spread some seed for the birds,
the waterfowl and the fawn....
And at dusk with my bride by my side
will close my eyes for that final ride.
CGH 10/13/2018 at 3:58 pm
Thank you God for this wonderful poem.
All I had to do was write as you dictated.
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2019
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
to post a comment