The Dead Awakens
The elderly man was on holiday up north when he realised
his wallet was at the hotel and in his other jacket problem
he had forgotten the name of the hotel.
Luckily he had a few notes in his watch pocket and loose change enough
to take the bus home, the tour took 12 hours
on a bus that was full job seekers and their children.
At home he remembered the name of the hotel, he rang
through Skype spoke to the reception who said “but you
died two days ago.” Do you remember me the old man asked?”
“Yes, said the man at the desk, but you`re dead we saw you at
the morgue.” The old man took the first flight back to the hotel he was hit
by a golf ball were a famous golfer was
showed the crowd how far he could shoot from the Eifel tower.
The receptionist came out and said, “I told him he was dead, but he didn`t believe me. “
Abraham Lincoln; a copper penny....
I found a penny from heaven, just now?!
Have not picked one them up in quite awhile
A lucky penny I have always said ~
Although like most, this I have never truly believed
1964, Was the date that it read
I was there; I had to stop and think....
Rubbed it as I paused *
Laid down my pen and pad ~
Stuck it in my watch pocket and took a break
Three o'clock and a tad bit overcast right now
Sitting here at the pavilion, people passing by
Birds singing, the sounds of conversations oblivious
To my mind; 1964, I was there but, only five ~
The Beatles, Martin Luther King, Vietnam, JFK
He, had just died; Martin and Robert, soon to follow....
Yet innocence was still alive!?
Forty years, 1964, make a wish, open up a door
Mom and Dad, young, brothers, children, at the warf
Hopes and dreams still in store....
My lucky penny, what does it mean, what could it mean???
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....“A Penny, From 1964” ~
Note: Smile ~ “A Repo, Winter 2006 ~ `Love, Always,`” John!:) ~
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