Smoky Hoss

Gold Star - 14,439 Points (01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

Broken Worries - Poem by Smoky Hoss

The sun rises slower each day
Clouds get heavier
Holding onto the rain -
The cough comes more often now.

The river has turned dark
Flowing less pure
Reflection's getting harder to see -
Thought I saw some blood today.

The trees can barely dance
The wind has died down so
But the leaves still hang on -
Doc said, ah don't worry.

Went out late last night
Didn't see one star fall
How's a man make a wish come true -
When all he trusts ignores him.

The moon half there, half crazy
Smiled down and told me a secret;
Don't worry so, death takes care of it all -
I light another smoke and give that old moon a wink.

Topic(s) of this poem: death, life


Comments about Broken Worries by Smoky Hoss

  • Glen Kappy (8/23/2018 8:40:00 AM)

    Is it too late or fruitless to give up the smokes? Death does take care of it all as you say, Smoky. But we should steward our bodies as best we can, no? And I would prefer more, not less, poetry from you. Take care of yourself, friend. -Glen (Report)Reply

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  • (8/16/2018 4:36:00 AM)

    Wow. I can relate to this one Smoky. Smoked for thirty years. Have 3 stents. Know exactly what your feeling in this one. Getting old is so hard. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2018



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