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Caffiene and cigarettes
by Timothy WilsonIf I could
Only at the days end
I would claim for me
a long lost dream
of a Humble aged me
Sitting thinking, and being me
For a time to be imeasurable
to give up my carear
to let go responsibilities
and everyday stress
I would
I would love to be me
no additives
no artificial flavers
just me
Pondering fearless
natural
unadulterated and 100% pure
myself
I would 03/15/2010 Posted on 03/16/2010
Copyright © 2026 Timothy Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/16/10 at 04:12 PM I would like to be me also; unfortuunately, I am not allowed to be me.There is no fun allowed in this dreary house; I merely exiist here. At the end of every day, I lie in bed and evaluate the day. Another day lost...another failure. Suberb- thanks- good read! |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 03/19/10 at 04:10 AM wow, what an idea, how sad we have to wait and hope for retirement for such a possibility...I love where the mind is going with this tho, it seeps in the subconscious...kudos, jewels xo |
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