I am no longer young.
I have carried the ball and been tackled into the mud and the dust. I have stood in the unemployment line and lived on food stamps and luck. I have stood at the lectern in the classroom and on the decks of ships at sea and on the stage beneath the lights. I have heard applause and cheers and jeers and mockery. I have felt the sun on my back, the rain in my face, the snow down my collar and the concussion of artillery under my feet. I have smelled the books, the greasepaint, the salt in the air, flowers and new-mown grass and gunpowder. I have known love and loss and endings and beginnings and haven't a penny to my name...and I am rich
...and I am not old.
I have carried the ball and been tackled into the mud and the dust. I have stood in the unemployment line and lived on food stamps and luck. I have stood at the lectern in the classroom and on the decks of ships at sea and on the stage beneath the lights. I have heard applause and cheers and jeers and mockery. I have felt the sun on my back, the rain in my face, the snow down my collar and the concussion of artillery under my feet. I have smelled the books, the greasepaint, the salt in the air, flowers and new-mown grass and gunpowder. I have known love and loss and endings and beginnings and haven't a penny to my name...and I am rich
...and I am not old.
- Last seen on Jun 22 6:07 PM. Member since April 21, 2008.
- I'm a peridot parrot poet for 35 comments.
- I am a 64 year old man from Washington (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Alive...retired and remembering..
- I have 35 comments, 18 poems
My Poetry
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These scrawls don't prompt Yeats' ghost to rhyme,
Nor Cayce's to prophesy,13 lines, 3 comments, October 25, 2008 -
These scrawls don't prompt Yeats' ghost to rhyme, Nor Cayce's to prophesy,
Nor Houdini's to slip Life's last great knot And whisper from Shadow the All-In-All.10 lines, October 25, 2008
