My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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Saturday, August 6, 2016
Schwwwww
Today I felt..
I had to sigh...
then I knelt and began to cry!
I tried to fight it
and did not win
I had to sit
and cry again
I've hidden in shadows
and counted my tears
looking through windows
that are more like mirrors!
Bob Jenkens
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