I sold a poem for 9 dollars
Then bought sea monkeys
With the funds
Art, commerce, and life’s miracles
Existing together as one
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
I sold a poem for 9 dollars
Then bought sea monkeys
With the funds
Art, commerce, and life’s miracles
Existing together as one
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Perhaps you might feel yourself a fraud
On occasion this might be true
Know all human’s are flawed
That is not the sum of you
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Winter feels like scorn
Spring a distant legend
By the fire I shall warm
Until brighter suns do beckon
If none come
It’s the end I reckon
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
At the Goodwill among the used and worn
Buying a footrest made before I was born
It will be my treasure despite others scorn
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
With cognition comes sadness
Sorrows we must all face
Luckily
Interspersed among the losses
Are moments of overwhelming grace
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Spring bird in winter
Chirping hopeful song
Sun shining brightly
Chill not yet gone
Cat is thinking darkly
Song goes on too long
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Revolution begun
Engines burn
Nothing won
Is unearned
Sleep tonight
Forget rage
All will be right
When we shatter the cage
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Don’t let snark be your only form of self expression
Or disdain be your sole reaction
Sincerity and authenticity are not curses
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Maybe all songs have been written
Maybe all stories have been told
At least I got enough books&music
To keep me from boredom as I grow old
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015