At 29 Poem by Joseph M Donatelli

Lessons learned and learned again
Round and round and round and
Seasons turn and turn and then
I find myself at 29 a man of reason

Harder now cruller turns of mouth
Defend my temporal-mental house
Nasty no vengeance does not curdle
From my well of love nor trust

Experience my victories and mistakes
In slightly faded memory parades
29 yeas of mind-movies slide
Past my visual thinking space

My hot July is always hot
This year is no exception
79 used more than half its time
The eighties grab my attention

A Jersey house a wooden home
A big brained workhorse woman
Two kids and three bank loans
Hours every day on the phones



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