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Age (National Poetry Writing Month 2016 #13)   Leave a comment

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Age is a matter of feelings, not years
At least, that’s what the cookie told me
Sometimes I feel like knocking back a few beers
Other times I want my mommy to hold me

Sometimes I’m an old man waiting to die
Or an energetic toddler running all over the place
A twenty something trying to get by
Or learning to walk, falling on my face

I’m so many ages all at the same time
Both an old fogey and a dumb kid
Having a life ahead of me is sublime
As was living the life that I did.

But there’s one thing that stays, whether senior or tike
Taking a nap is one thing we all like.

– Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 04/13/2016 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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Box of Chocolates (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #13)   Leave a comment

Life is like a box of chocolates;
You typically have
Your favorite flavors.
Most of them
Taste like crap.

-Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/13/2015 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Loneliness(National Poetry Writing Month #13)   Leave a comment

A life of quiet loneliness.
People, just background noise.
A stranger in a room of friends.
A silent, pittiful scream
Of a man no one hears.

Posted 04/13/2014 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2014, Poetry

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