Ernesto Torres

No More, No Less - Poem by Ernesto Torres

I tell this story from my deathbed
and that eaten my last meal fed
having no more that a hour
in that bed like a sickly flower

From a young age
reading school books page to page
just to releave the stress
no more, no less

To my older days
in my youth
when i no longer played,
but ran a booth

Once i moved away
somewhere where i wanted to say,
but then something tragic happened
something that wouldn't go away
and i remember to the day

My family and friends
died as they were sending
a greeting in blends,
but a piece of ice sent them flying

To there death
for they never met
with me again

For ages i wept
and in class i slept
for i gave up
no more, no less

Being alive for 3 decades
i could not let my life fade
so I fought it the war
that would scar

I knew what i was in for
and my brain had stored
every single sound
every night i hear it pound

Now i am back home
were i fell in love,
but i was never the same
and i'm to blame

Those years were nice
and three kids i had
everything to the mice
made me glad

I had a good life
it was full of strife,
but i lived all i wanted to
no more, no less

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2012

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