Elena Plotkin Poems
|121.||When Looks Can Kill||9/25/2014|
|123.||Why Is The Ocean So Salty?||8/14/2013|
|124.||Writers Of Yore||8/27/2013|
|125.||Your Daddy Still Loves You||6/17/2016|
|126.||You'Re Lucky You Got What You Got!||2/12/2015|
Comments about Elena Plotkin
I grew up with a bunch of others,
Just me with my sisters and brothers.
When I was younger, I was green and tough,
But as I grew older, I discovered life could be rough.
I changed and grew softer, some called me yellow.
But I was no coward, just a very cautious fellow.
Because where I come from you never know the day,
That your whole family gets eaten or just carted away.
Land Of Open Fire
America, the land of open fire,
where active shooters aspire,
and while lawmakers and gun makers share the same bed,
how many people have died or bled.
2017 (C)copyright Elena Plotkin