Goin’ Nowhere


…like a true nature’s child, I was born to be wild…

 

Left on a
moonless night
caddy shine’n bright
wad’a dolla’s in my hand
visions of the promised land
ruined my caddy — didn’t win
lost more than a little skin
paint n’patience worn thin

tough times came in bunches
just kept roll’n with the punches

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rob kistner © 2022

Poetry at: dVerse

 


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24 thoughts on “Goin’ Nowhere”

  1. Sometimes all you can do is roll with it, as you know. I like how you compared yourself with the state of your Caddy and the image you chose to reflect them. Good musical selections, my friend!

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