Jim Boone

Rookie - 112 Points (March 24,1937 / McKinney, Texas)

F R U S T R A T I O N - Poem by Jim Boone

Speaks out in a louder voice
As time goes by in slow motion
And I get too involved in the fast lane
Out of habit, out of practice, out of sorts.
It’s an age thing as all things - The body,
The mind, the senses, the equilibrium – age.

The path gets smoother and more treacherous
Intents of those “them” folks hinge on
What “they say, ” not what they do.

Now I lay “they” down to sleep
I pray you Lord, Come and get em
Off my back / the planet / in a heap.

I’m sorry, that’s what they say about
Me and “my kind.” Too bad that
I’m not as rich as I am queer
Losing my “touch” was never the problem
The gumption got me from there to here
For I Am a ka-rear on the bottom
Looking up, out and around for options.

Frustration is born from bad choices
Or being afraid to make one on your own.
No, doing nothing is a ‘choice’ too
‘Running away’ has nothing to do with
Sanity, security, a sense of anything.

You can’t ‘find’ what you never sought
Damn sure can’t hide from your self
Tricky things survival, knowing and doing
Like it or not, what keeps us going is frustration.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 22, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011


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