New Life Poem by jim foulk
New Life
So mad am I,
people are always
walking all over me.
Children are always
marking up my face
with colored chalk.
They're hop scotch
freaks, always jumping
on me, all the time.
Even the day I
was born and still wet,
hand prints, and names they
wrote on me.
Now many years
have I been here
time is catching
up with me.
Cracks all over
my body, now today
given new life.
So many ages will
I be here for you
to walk on this sidewalk.
wrote 4-9-07
Jim you are full of surprises. Yesterday was the Rock and today it is the sidewalk. Brilliantly original. Interesting way you talk about it so accurately, cracks and all. I loved it. Top Marks from me. Thanks for sharing it my friend. David
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An original mind is definately at work here. Ten from me. Warm regards, Sandra