Refugee From The 1950s
Refugee From The 1950s …
Walking down a street so clear
So safe and un corrupted
Everything needed in life so near
Where nothing is disrupted
Envisioned are a faithful land
Providing all life’s friends
A cohort with who to invade the sands
Which life itself does send
No worries to concern one’s brain
While flying all about
Inside the heaven dropped rain
To run with joy and shout
The weaved pattern in my life’s grain
Is what it’s all about
Cashier at Walmart
I have been writing since 1967, basically as an emotional release, but in the last few years I have become interested in creation of forms as well as being socially accepted by my peers.
So, here I am. Relate to me, please!
So, here I am. Relate to me, please!
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How well I remember those days of the 50s. Very nicely expressed lines of those bygone days. Well done, Donald.
Thank you very much, Phyllis, for your kindness, and much appreciated support!
Nicely penned and enjoyed Donald. Cheers!
Tony, you honor me with your visit and fine comment!
Yes, I am also a refugee from the 50’s. Life was so much simpler and freer back then. Nicely penned, Donald.
So much simpler and freer. Those who took massive advantage of that time are much the happier. Thank you, John, for your kind visit and much appreciated empathy!