Oct 2014
shines like fire
in the front of my mind.
With a hundred thousand memories
piled beneath me
a mountain of Past
teachers of life
their heavy price extracted
paid in full
with blood and tears
thousands of nights
spent in remembering
and now,
I hold another kind of degree
and it pays another kind of wage..
The nice guy, he may finish last
but he's been running a different race.
in the front of my mind.
With a hundred thousand memories
piled beneath me
a mountain of Past
teachers of life
their heavy price extracted
paid in full
with blood and tears
thousands of nights
spent in remembering
and now,
I hold another kind of degree
and it pays another kind of wage..
The nice guy, he may finish last
but he's been running a different race.
First written in 2005, this work represents the kind of optimism that follows, say, a category 5 hurricane flattening your town, and your home. And half your wits. I'll spare readers the details on that.
(Cheyenne, Wyoming)
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