Thursday, July 24, 2014

No Numbers Is My Name (poem)

(this is my 76th birthday offering. Ack! )

No numbers is my name
If you ask me where I live
the answer is the same

Don’t call on the telephone
No numbers show for me
Not even one, I am alone.

It often brings a smile
to speak of date and times,
birth years; we have awhile

To ponder how long before
the end. Except nobody
really does until the door
is closed, and the number’s up.


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