Just One City Poem by Thomas Plotz

I swear, I was never here before
When I got there,
I knew more than once, but how many?

From sleeping on the floor
To sleeping in the street
Then sleeping at friendly family place,

How many times, have I lived here?
How many jobs, did I do?

Did I own a restaurant, or
Did I own more than two?

I'm counting up the professions
Of all the occupations, on my fingers and toes
As it goes, in this one city, I counted about 18 from before,

Who did I owe my life to, for all the time that had past?
Will I ever find out them all, will my memory last?

Cheating on one of my true loves,
Is the worst one that I know?


T. Plotz
Just One City
1 FEB 2017