Michael Pruchnicki

The Crying Goes On - Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

You ever get some morning
cloudy skies
and no job
no wife or family
not even a dog
to whine
at your feet?

Well, that's the way it is
when I come on-line
here - death and divorce
the topics of each day
and the moans
and groans
of born again
OK when you
sprawl in puberty
but after that?

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2008

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