February 20, 2023Poem
My second session was better.
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My second session was better.
I coulda, shoulda.
I could have been a soldier
Who dug his own grave
A boy who died
Before needing a shave
I could have been an author
Who never was read
Been the Kings taster
And ended up dead
Been a cast iron kettle
A fireplace or rug
A basin of water
An earthenware jug
I could have been a lost boy
Asleep in a cave
I could have been hungry
I could be a slave
Tried to climb a mountain
Sailed the high sea
Walked through a forest
Climbed a tall tree
Woke from a nightmare
Buried in a grave,
Cried like a baby,
I could have been brave.