My G.P.S. Is Broke Poem by glenn gay

My G.P.S. Is Broke

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When my alarm went off
I found my head at my feet
I tossed and turned all night
Never could go to sleep
All I could think about
Were the last words that we spoke
That’s when I knew
That my G.P.S. was broke

I got up out of bed
And stumbled to my feet
Headed to the kitchen
To get a bite to eat
Found myself in the bathroom
Staring at the commode
That’s when I knew
That my G.P.S. was broke

I then went to the window
Watched the rain pour down
Put on some lotion
To tan nice and brown
When I drove to the beach
I heard the thunder roll
That’s when I knew
My G.P.S. was broke

I went back home
Put on my suit and tie
Took off my glasses
Put my contacts in my eyes
Lit up a cigarette
Then remembered I don’t smoke
That’s when I knew
My G.P.S. was broke


I got back in my car
Headed off to work
I some how ended up
At the local church
I pulled on the handles
But the doors were locked and closed
That’s when I knew
My G.P.S. was broke

When I got back home
I decided not to try anymore
So I went to sleep in the bed
But I woke up in the floor
My body was burning up, stiff and sore
My clothes thoroughly soaked
That’s when I knew
My G.P.S. was broke

Every one has a G.P.S. system
That helps guide them through life
It may be a friend, a colleague
A husband or a wife
There is one thing
I’ve come to know
Since you’ve been gone
My G.P.S. has been broke

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rhonda Stewart 15 January 2012

This poem saddens me to read, i once had the best friend a person could ever know, and one day it made my G.P.S. break it was one of the saddest times of my life for just an unknown reason this friend to pull him self out of my life. on and off again.

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