Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Freshman - 633 Points (October 29,1949 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Bo Bo - Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

When I think
Of things I've done
Battles fought
Yet never won

Just a shell
Marking my time
A wasted life
Such a crime

Images come
Images go
Left so empty
Feel so low

So many things
I could have done
Seemed I was always
Just on the run

Old and broke
Alone in a chair
Beaten down
Devoid of tears

Added the days
To the tallied years
No laughter, no joy
Just nagging fears

Fears of dying
Hanging around
If only I could laugh
I'd be a happy clown

Poet's Notes about The Poem

While talking with a co-worker who was having problems I thought of how sad he must be. A large man who wore suspenders to hold his pants up, he made me think of a sad clown. Later on I started writing this poem Bo Bo.

Comments about Bo Bo by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

  • Silver Star - 4,401 Points Valerie Dohren (4/12/2013 12:05:00 PM)

    Very heartfelt write, reflects what many people feel - hope your colleague comes through his sadness. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 6,956 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (4/3/2013 8:45:00 PM)

    Happiness really matters to human, once they have lost it! sad.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013

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