Nick Blowdryer

23

I like to watch my feet
as I move along with
so many others towards
our goal

My wife keeps asking me questions

'How about hotdogs? '

'Another bottle of ketchup? '

'Maybe some grape juice? '

I just push along
like an old man
three days
from death at
the tender yet
wise age of 23
years

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 24, 2005

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