James McLain

Gold Star - 40,509 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

The Car - Poem by James McLain

They come across me when i must,
why I came by,
knowing I need it more for my needs
as their woman folk....
stop their work, come out and listen.

By now I must know, even this,
where ever it is, that I go
and still like a child...
I expand even more my words concise.

They look at my hands,
They look in my eyes...
They look at my cloths,
They want to but they ask me not why.

Grasious is grace,
and please is just as polite...
I would not be there,
I have a need of them.

One stern look from their wife,
who is really in charge.
I show him what is really wrong.
I leave the part by her hand,
I turn around to go.


Comments about The Car by James McLain

  • (2/7/2010 8:05:00 AM)

    Poem it is amusing... But boasting - not so.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 16, 2010

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