Long Socialday Poems
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I start my uncertain day with coffee, reading both The New York Post and the Daily News;
sharing this destiny with most of Mankind: struggling and paying with sweat my dues!
After a good night sleep, I jump into the shower,
while the freshest coffee is brewing on the counter;
my favorite newspapers have declared the new elect US President,
and I am very glad to hear that, and begin writing with a renewed zest...
to start my uncertain day with coffee,
which invigorates me with the creation of poetry!
I start my uncertain day with coffee, reading both the New York Post and the Daily News;
sharing this destiny with most of Mankind: struggling and paying with sweat my dues!
The USA Drug Administration states that
moderate amounts are healthy, and I sip it
with a spirit that's really exuberant;
without coffee I am inactive, lousy and distant,
and all who say that's an addiction that can cause much harm...
I can prove them entirely wrong by an opinion that's solid in form!
I start my uncertain day with coffee, reading both the New York Post and the Daily News;
sharing this destiny with most of Mankind: struggling and paying with sweat my dues!
How do you think I have gotten to be such a prolific writer:
by working hard at a blue-collar job, or dreaming of a million dollars...
when I finally become a published author?
Think again, nobody gets very far
without persistence and sacrifice!
Try to visualize me, I wouldn't be a hypocritical liar!
I start my uncertain day with coffe, reading both the New York Post andthe Daily News;
sharing this destiny with most of Mankind: struggling and paying with sweat my dues!
During my coffee-break and lunch-hour,
I sit thinking, in my green Honda, how it all can be changed:
to embrace another life-style by glimpsing into that glamorous, literary world;
every door seems closed, and each hope so sour,
and if by merit and luck, my published book became a best-seller in days...
what would be more gratifying: satisfaction or monetary gains?
I start my uncertain day with coffee...reading both The New York Post and the Daily News;
sharing this destiny with most of Mankind: struggling and paying with sweat my dues!
He would follow me around with a smile on his face
Kind of like a little brother but I didn’t know him well
Didn’t understand why he liked to hang around this place
I never really asked him and he probably wouldn’t tell
He tried to talk a few times but I brushed him away
Couldn’t talk to a little kid, I was too damn cool
Never listened to a word that he had to say
He’d still come around every day after school
Thought he was just clumsy but I didn’t ask him why
Told him he could tag along if that’s what he chooses
I should have read between the lines but I didn’t try
Said he fell down at home and that caused the bruises
He never talked about his family, never mentioned his dad
I found out later about the hurt he went through
One day he stopped showing up, in a way I felt bad
I asked his teacher where did Billy get to
He told me where I could find him and that he looked up to me
In my mind I could see him look back and wave
I found him and cried, bending down on one knee
I laid a single rose upon his grave.