Kerouac Lives - 335 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 335
Never called to say: I Love You
You were my precious life and blood
All these years I cried so hard
So many damned heart attacks
Hi Richard, my wife tells me of my asthma, ‘as long as you continue to breath, you will have breathlessness". Same thing here, Richard As long as you have a heart, you will have heart-attacks..
Hi, Unni. Your wife is right. However, as I'm certain that you already know, you can control that asthma and breathlessness through the daily practice of meditation.
Although that was not the official cause...it may as well have been! Very insightful observation on your part, LeeAnn!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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2) ‘as long as you have a heart, you will have heart attacks' both literally and figuratively
3) A Hearty Thanks to you, My Friend for having added this poem about Kerouac's possible remorse to your favourites! That is heartwarming for me!
2) Within my family, I've been very fortunate to have a strong heart! My heart is sometimes being attacked by readers misconstruing my reality with my creative license. Once again, this poem, and the whole series is based on the life of Kerouac!