The Bucket List

The bucket list

 Is it a real bucket or a real list? I have no life threatening prognosis.

However anxiety builds and I’m compelled to write.  It’s what I feel I have to do.

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 Here I sit writing my bucket list. On a bucket as I ice fish.

Does it matter what I see or have seen happening in my lifetime?

 I don’t know what’s what or who’s who. But I wish you could all see the way I do.

(Wish the fish would start to bite too).be civilized sooner-or-later-were-all-dying .html 

I use to fish in my dreams or fall asleep thinking of going fishing.

Anymore I don’t dream.  Instead I fall asleep thinking of what I should write.

I have 8 or 9 things I’d like to write about. I don’t know what order they go.

Overwhelmed? Why do I feel I need to write anything?

I can hardly read.  I can read of course……  It just seems I forget

 From the top of the page to the bottom.  Somewhere in the middle I had to read a sentence

3 times to understand what it meant.  So why do I feel like I have an obligation to write.

I feel like I have a story to tell but just like I read I get lost when I write…

My poems are inspired by experience in my life.

It’s my bucket list!

Man I wish these fish would bite.               

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              Bob Jenkens