Scent of Florida
Don’t wanna go down there wait for death
comfy & warm in the dead of winter,
be able to walk around in shorts & tee shirt
or worst scenario.
A light jacket and long pants on their so called
‘cold days’, seventy to seventy four degrees.
Seeing what I saw those few weeks there
on vacation,
is gonna take a whole other lifetime
to forget.
Don’t wanna live with the living dead,
be shown pictures of their grandchildren
every time you turn around, sit down
enter another room,
grandmas with their recently deceased
husband’s memories still fresh in their minds
or close to dead ones stored in
nearby convenient to get to nursing homes,
all smelling like I remember my mom smelling.
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Copyright © Mike Lef | Year Posted 2011
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