Carlo J. Flores Poems

My bones are aching, way to go, old fart,
Cheering, laughter, oh my feet
Are hurting, I wish I had a cart.
While marching down the street!
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The twilight in the closing days this century,
Silent moments ours to contemplate, essentially,
Since the dawn of history our lives we celebrate
Throughout the sacred halls of life to meditate.
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I try so hard to understand
The world around me-
Music, ball games,
Boarding, running
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