Treasure Island

connie crane

(05-28-62 / Dearborn Michigan)

A Walmart Parking Lot


To laugh at life
You have to have,
A perpetual sense of humor.

If you laugh,
They say,
The life you live,
Will potentially,
Last much longer.

I am sitting in the dark,
Stranded,
In a Walmart parking lot,
And finding it,
Hard to laugh.

I cannot see the humor in,
My current situation.
I am desperately in need,
Of some comic revelation.

Then suddenly,
It dawns on me.
And I can see,
My poetry,
Is witty confirmation.

With words and rhyme,
I laugh at me,
And thus embrace,
Salvation.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 20, 2008

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  • Connetta jean VanMatre (3/11/2009 2:53:00 PM)

    That's what i say too..when all is going bad.pray..then laugh and reach for the notebook and pen...(i've had to use anything i can find to write on, just to write it down and get the poem off my back) ........you made me smile. (Report) Reply

  • Ron Flowers (7/12/2008 9:11:00 AM)

    Very good. It just goes to show you that things are rarely as bad as they seem.

    Ron (Report) Reply

  • Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello (5/20/2008 2:42:00 PM)

    This is a really fine and typical American poem. A feeling of grandiosity together with solitude. At Walmart's one buys on favourable terms as well. (Report) Reply

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