Do people still blanket their walls with pictures
Of family members, framed and hanging like draperies
When I walk in my living room,
I see a lonely couch, a 55-inch television
And memories of people who once lived there:
Sometimes I smile, sometimes I pondered,
Sometimes I just want to say,
Where are my children,
Why am I alone, then I smiled and speak?
It's good to be alone, with my poems, my thoughts
And my broken table, the one which she broke
After sitting on top of it. While chatting on the phone
I wondered if the years would change like Tik Tok video clips
Like a new outfit, with a clap of the hands
To grow old is to lose everything?
Yes, or no? But the worse part ..
Is when you work your whole life
And nothing to show, that **** per say
Just old memories, and piled of bills
What have the years thought us,
Never take nothing for granted:
Never put all your eggs in one basket
Never, allowed the bank to control, your
Pennies and dimes, never lend money to your friends
Keep your personal business, bottled: