I have documented my daily life in poetry for over fifty years. It is only now that my knowledge of technology has met my ability to pursue this medium. It is all too overwhelming as I approach 60 years of age in an instant. Enjoy the ride and put your seat belt on...I am starting from now!
To see an earlier decade, the link is:
Sunday, May 12, 2013
I think the
dad was mafia,
way beyond their means…
venues of positive change:
like we knew Gatsby,
Smoking menthol's around the pool…
we had money,
And I, the adopted fool!
Wurlitzer had a button,
In the back,
to use no dimes…
Parade was free to us
We danced to the best of times.
The mother was always shopping, New furniture to rearrange... Each Fall, another Cadillac, Her life, "Going through the change".
A San Joaquin cherry farmer, Pillar of the community... The citizens who admired him, Never saw one Cherry Tree.