SITTING OUT ON THE PORCH

I was just sitting out on the porch
My life running through my mind
Guess that it's not all over for me yet
More sadnesses than happy I find

Lived my entire life without family
Them more interested in money true
Myself I guess I spent too long alone
Inside their homes I really never knew

Their lives all beat the Jones it seemed
I simply treated all in life the very same
I watching dad live and die heart broked
But always had time to heal others pain

He raised little sister and I almost alone
The older ones before never cared no way
My mother could be the best of the best
And the worst of the very worst on any day

When she was home it was very soon to be
I got belted with anything she could find
As she was home and wanting to leave again
With more good times only on her mind

Dad just kept the peace best he could do
But he was not game to cross her mental way
She knew every guy that made big money then
We grew without a mother mostly dare I say

And I went to school with welts all over me
No authorities were there back then to prevent
The screams as a child the neighbors all heard
Her having whats known now as shitsaphrenia bent

I'd sit out on the porch writing poetry of sorts
To keep myself as one could say somewhat sane
Listening to my dad crying after he tucked us in
Me .... In bed praying for natures music the rain..

terrence michael sutton
copyright ( then 1947 ) 2018
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