the Poetry of Life – #005

While sleep continues to elude me00840022
I try to remember days less moody.
I’m certain there was a time long ago
When I didn’t swing quite so ‘to and fro’…
The life I had back ‘in the days’
Were full of friends, dinners, plays;
A time when I was more relaxed
Happy, carefree, less perplexed.
But none of the things from then I’d trade
For the life into which I’ve now forayed.
I wouldn’t give up the littlest bits
Of the memories I have with my own four kids.

copyright 2009 AKent

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the Poetry of Life – #002

stinkyOnce there was this super guy
I’m sure that he could even fly
A super hero – one of a kind
No stronger man you could find
“Stinky Diaper Pants” was his name
And of his smell he felt no shame
I didn’t think she’d mind, my mother
If that’s what I called my baby brother

copyright 2009 AKent

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