The Retirement : A Poetry.
Still fresh, salty diabetes wounds
Dreams wasted on booze
Ambitions gone, spent on pussy
For once the ray came
Jostling my eyes, what am I
Deep, deep in the abyss
Where I long to be.
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Getting Laura down without gown
Wanted the sweetness of woman
Early to sex, early to responsibility
While I truncate a blossoming future
At the mention of the sea, ocean
Ah! memories jostle
An oceanographer, would have been
Ah! tears running
A trash collector I've been.
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Source
Retirement on the way
Hunger waiting, shelter drifting away
A mistake that derails
Staring at the picture
Explorers of the unknown
Einstein of the waters
Would have, should have been
Reality now, driving a trash dust bin.
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The above post is an entry into @xpilar
picture prompt and @Mariannewest everyday freewrite with the prompt Retirement
Hi @botefarm
thanks for great description / poem from my digital photo