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Johnny E. Mahaffey The Novelist Portent
October 1, 2013
35 AND ALIVE!
35 and alive, just
not sure why? Another October 4 -
All these years, ambling around still.
So many others in the ground.
So many others never to be found.
Why I? I say to the ground,
this odd path found.
My loving Jen now 34 - we're both so
old. In our day shared, thoughts of her bring
smiles.
Her so sweet, so bold, never
doing as others told.
My "Jen Journal" entries unread
without hold, but to me never cold.
"Happy Birthday!" a mere joke
to her, and to me. One others do not
see.
Especially those that chose to flee.
35 and alive - what joy. What glee.
Life should
charge a fee.
But wait, there is
a fee.
The cost being life in which we see,
open eyes to a closed world,
blind and dumb to what we know.
Backwards glance all they sow.
Stale in life as nowhere they go.
My 35 alive, aware
within this dogmatic hive.
At my peace they gawk and stare.
My life in a cosmic know, as
separate from them I go.
Proud of the seeds I left to grow.
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