Jeffry Cohan Poet Quatrain

Breakfast Ain'T Eggs Benedict That Is For Sure

BREAKFAST AIN’T EGGS BENEDICT FOR SURE


You can arise whenever you choose to
And that’s why I’m so jealous of you
You can eat whatever you pick out
As for my breakfast there ain’t any doubt

I know precisely what will be on my metal tray
Except sometimes it’s milk or water to start off my day
Your pantry is full of food I don’t even recall
As I use an old filthy tee shirt to keep me warm such as a shawl

Your lunchtime might be at that little tavern we know
But now my lunchtime is delivered row by row
That tavern was cozy and meant a lot to me
And so did my being free

But powder and pain brought me here
And here I’ll stay year after year
I receive opened and censored letters in my mail
The missives people send me here in jail
                © 2011.…Phreepoetree
                         ~free cee!~

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Mandy Tams The Golden Girl December 24, 2011 at 2:03 PM Another sad one Jeffry so much anger but s much pain. x

Kim Merryman December 24, 2011 at 9:26 AM jeffry, you keep me guessing. I never know if you are writing about the past or present. Are you in jail now or were you in the past or is it fiction? It doesn't matter to me if it's true or not, I'd just like to understand more about what you're writing. Kim