Frederic Bio

Take my hand, walk with me. I'll show you fragments from my life. Its broken sidewalks,silently paved by broken souls, their anger pent up from a world war. I'll show you soft winters of a child and his sled. The burden and frustrations of being a teenager, in the sixties. A President murdered,water fountains with signs, blacks only,whites only. Cities burning, gas rationing, fear of nuclear annihilation. My shattered dream and short stint as a professional athlete. My years on an aircraft carrier that sent pilots to war, to the old man I am today. I hitch-hiked across the country,a year lost, or a year spent and asked nothing from any one, except truth. I care little for those who think themselves important, it's a waste of energy and it becomes folly. I built a business and retired from it, to hold my grand-children close. If this poem gives you pause, then writing it claims its purpose. 4/8/15 contest..bio of a poet