Monday, January 23, 2017

2 poems by 2 poets

solitary walker

by ethan emerson "grandpa" sternwall

i lived my life
and it is coming to an end
i never had an enemy
i never had a friend

no one ever cared
what i thought of this or that
i walked the roads alone
and never wore a hat

i walked in the sunshine
i walked in the rain
men viewed me with suspicion
and women with disdain

the world will no more notice
than it did when i was born
when my number has been called
and my ticket has been torn


by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

the chicken sandwich you ate today
was once a living creature
and walked in the sunlight
examining reality’s features

how it loved to see the sky
as it awoke to each new day
now it rests on a sesame seed bun
because that is humans’ way

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