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Starts with a title

~ Born on this rock with a diaper and mittens, hard to the touch but so soft in its feel Crawling along like a dragon with kittens, purring out fire, if that could be real Laid in the sun under cloud cover sharing, offering thoughts in a dark shade of gray Promising rain, during drought, oh so daring, maybe at night but not during the day Boy, how I laugh when the feathers are flying, birds in the trees with a song out of tune I shouldn't talk as I know they are trying, lyrics of April when really, it's June Quite the young dudes, hear the juke box, its blasting, Bowie and Hoople and all of them guys Burgers and milkshakes, the day everlasting, teenage delinquents, come on, pass the fries Racing our cars next to girls even faster, after the prom there are beers, we can drink Maybe some gin, if the taste we can master, let's have a kiss, tell me, what do you think Walked down the aisle, said I do, made a baby, started a job, in a manager role Asked for a raise, heard the boss offer, maybe, can't make ends meet, it's beyond my control Buying a house with a fence and a garden, dinner at five and a two-car garage Late with the bills, begging off for a pardon, getting ahead, no, that's just a mirage Elderly comes with a cane or a walker, wrinkles amass where my skin was once smooth Age lurks around like a lost, homeless stalker, always, it seems. its got something to prove Bent over, tired and cranky, just yelling, "Get off the lawn!" oh, I hate those damn kids They look so young, now the tear drops are swelling, missing those days, now I've fallen the skids Confined to bed, an old invalid writing, pushing a pen with his last ounce of fear "Here lies a man who is constantly fighting, barely can talk and now hardly can hear" That's when I see it, the medicine table, next to the pills sits a leather-bound book Reaching and stretching, I hope I am able, nearing the end, I must give it a look Then I recall, as I flip through the pages line after line, seems like some kind of curse Life always comes in a few different stages, starts with a title and ends with a verse ~

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Date: 3/17/2025 8:01:00 PM
Oh, mercy me, I do not know which of my reactions is stronger, the joy of reading Chris-poems once more or the heartbreak woven tight by the time cane and walker near, my tears consider what they cannot avoid by the end, the need for a tissue. I missed you and thought I'd commented on 1 of your poems when I returned, thought you might come by. I hope all is golden in your world, Chris, your poetic heart is so worthy ... CayCay
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Chris Green
Date: 3/18/2025 8:47:00 AM
What a nice thing to say, thank you again. Somethings come whether we like it or not, time stops for no one they say. But, at least we can write some poetry before it all slips away.

Book: Reflection on the Important Things