Jim Yerman Poems
|881.||The Philosophy Of Cloud||6/28/2017|
|882.||Good Vs Evil?||6/25/2014|
|883.||The Golden Rule||1/6/2014|
|885.||The Misunderstood Pun||10/29/2013|
|886.||Chocolate Chip Day||5/15/2014|
|887.||Don'T Worry, Be Happy||1/3/2014|
|888.||When I Was Young||5/30/2014|
|890.||We Don't Have To Say Goodbye||12/3/2016|
|891.||A Crooked Old Tree||1/20/2014|
Comments about Jim Yerman
I recently ran across a list Deborah and I created long ago
It contained the dreams for our perfect house...our ideal bungalow.
We called it our North Carolina Love Nest and it was to be our creed
For we thought, on this paper, we listed everything we'd need.
Everything to keep us contented, our personal honeycomb
Everything our minds could think of...to make a happy home.
We were young and innocent back then...and our dreams...unlimited and grand
But despite our best intentions...life didn't go the way we planned.
You see we never built our dream ...
When I look into the mirror I’m appalled at what I see
I do not recognize that person who is looking back at me.
I know I’m better looking, you can be assured of that.
I wonder, then, who this is, who I am looking at?
I know I look much younger and I certainly have more hair
So I can’t possibly be that person looking at me over there.