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Saturday, September 24, 2022

The Journey - a Poem for the Sunday Muse

  

Up; and loaded up 

We loaded up our old wagon 
and headed for California 
On top our earthly possessions 
Gold rush was over still there's jobs 

The kids and I were in the back 
Couple of kids and dog way back 
This would be my very last move 
Had an obituary in my briefcase 

Some clothes were stuffed in there as well 
Traveled light this would be my last 
When we got to Albuquerque 
wasn't feeling well, pain in chest  

They dumped me off and traveled on 
Said some prayers for me said goodbye 
Right there at the morgue I'd passed away 
I'm standing here now, Pearly Gates 

Saint Peter's directing traffic 
Some go Right, the others were wrong 
 
Never in my life 
was a lefty 

Kicking ye Old Bucket 
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Knockin' On Heaven's Door/Lyrics

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Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore
It's gettin' dark, too dark to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Robert Dylan
Knockin' On Heaven's Door lyrics © Ram's Horn Music, Universal Tunes 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Carrie for the picture prompts, at The Sunday Muse #229 where she has more, other writers' URLS also, 
 https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/09/sunday-muse-229.html
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Labels: Artistic Interpretations, dark poetry, Humor(?), Poem, Story Poem, Sunday Muse 01, Syllabic Form, Things to know

posted by Jim @ 9/24/2022 12:25:00 PM   14 comments

14 Comments:

At Saturday, September 24, 2022 2:17:00 PM, Blogger robkistner said...

Sad ending Jim, but New Mexico is a lovely place… 🙏🏽☠️

 
At Saturday, September 24, 2022 3:01:00 PM, Anonymous JadeLi said...

Sounds like the person timed their death just right. I like your light-hearted look at death.

 
At Sunday, September 25, 2022 7:31:00 AM, Blogger C. Sandlin said...

As a permanent lefty, gotta feel for those in the wrong lane. :) That sense of practicality and new journeys felt expansive, despite the sadness threaded through.

 
At Sunday, September 25, 2022 8:49:00 AM, Blogger Gillena Cox said...

"Never in my life
was a lefty"

Ah he's made it to heaven. Well done

Much💛love

 
At Sunday, September 25, 2022 11:14:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

From Helen ~~~ Had more than several reactions to the photo, none as unexpected as ‘kicking the bucket’ well done!

 
At Sunday, September 25, 2022 12:06:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I wasn't expecting that, a very imaginative sad story.
for some reason I can only comment as anonymous.- Truedessa

 
At Sunday, September 25, 2022 4:22:00 PM, Blogger Carrie Burtt said...

I wasn't expecting kicking the bucket either but she is kicking in the image. You took us on a journey with a twist Jim.

 
At Sunday, September 25, 2022 11:17:00 PM, Blogger Linda said...

Love the Dylan song. I can see how the photo of the overcrowded car would inspire your poem.

 
At Monday, September 26, 2022 3:27:00 AM, Blogger Marion Horton said...

Oh my, Jim. That caught me unawares!

 
At Monday, September 26, 2022 10:20:00 AM, Blogger Keith's Ramblings said...

Not the journey I initially thought you were taking! A great take, Jim.

 
At Monday, September 26, 2022 11:51:00 AM, Blogger Dora said...

That ending caught me off guard, but the sense of humor righted me again. Love it!

 
At Tuesday, September 27, 2022 11:05:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

From Tim H: Dad, you are such a talent with your poems sometimes. I never really knew how good 👍

 
At Tuesday, September 27, 2022 11:19:00 AM, Anonymous Jim said...

Oh gee, Tim, Thanks.
And thanks for reading my poem blog.
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At Friday, September 30, 2022 7:00:00 PM, Blogger purplepeninportland.com said...

Sadness ends with a insert of humor. Good one, Jim!

 

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