Some haiku(ish) poems which I once wrote and will now publish. Here you go internet.
Pill bottles left open-
Arthritic hands can’t grab hold-
To twist off the lid
The feeling of death-
Unwashed sheets and cigarettes-
Is this our future?
Clock ticks on the wall.
Bones groan when he tries to stand.
Time means growing old.
Bright colored clothing
Making music with our smiles
Young, alive, for now.
Front porch steps every morning
It’s here! Open it!
Wood floors stained with juice and milk
Breakfast with the kids