Happy And High Poem by Lamar Cole

Happy And High



Tina stopped by to check on her elderly uncle Jim.
As she always did daily.
And Uncle Jim had died.
She knew that he had died happy.
Because there was a large empty Fritos Corn Chips bag.
And empty Budweiser Beer cans laying everywhere.
Uncle Jim had left this life happy and high.

Saturday, October 31, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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