A man with his face sunken in,
looks like he could die any minute
he’s had a rough go of life
He’s got to admit
but somehow he’s still kicking
There’s things he’s done in his past
that he regrets but can’t take back,
We’ve all been through that,
all he can do is seek out forgiveness
for taking so much for granted
& take responsibility for his own mess
& live w/the consequence
By:J.N.R Dutton
Empty parking lots,businesses shutting down
Once beautiful, thriving cities, turned into ghost towns
By:J.N.R Dutton
Charlie played a blues harp
In a dimly lit back alley
Where he slept on a rag blanket
With his guard dog Sally
He played for pennies
Played for dimes
Played for meals
and he’d rattle off
His rhymes
Telling stories
and hoping for better times
By:J.N.R Dutton
I know I said in an earlier post that I was taking a short break, but my mind wouldn’t let me, so I came back early.
It seems to be on overdrive lately.
One of my old poems
All his so called “jobs” have been for peanuts
Nothing quite working out like he planned
Now he’s back to the drawing board again
He tries to hide his frustration
But when everything feels like it’s in vain
It really feels like he’s stuck on a merry go round
or worse, the crazy train
©J.N.R Dutton,2019
