Mar 29, 2019

'Eight years old, sleeping'

Eight years old, sleeping
On a roll-away bed at my grandparents’ house,
My father gone who knows where,
I used to pray for Jesus take me in the night,
Pray that I would fall asleep and not wake up,
Not ever. -- But…. no Jesus, no answer.
I lived a life like anyone. Some sorrow,
Some joy. Time passed like it does
And suddenly I am in my sixties.
It’s too late to die young.
Looking in the mirror I see Uncle Earl
Looking back at me.
Oh well. I always liked Earl.
He used to call me “Partner”
With that Texas accent of his.

29 Mar 2019

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