Needs be, before I die? -- Poem for Friday Writings

This KP, my youngest grandchild at
age seven, she'll be fourteen this July 
Picture Copyright 2016, Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 

      I'm a dreamer

I'm a dreamer, I've always been 

When I was young, had a wish list 

Now I am old, its name has changed 

Bucket list now, that's what it's called 

There're things I want, and stuff that needs  

Climb the South pole, buy a Corvette 

Outlive my wife, 'tend her funeral 

Things like those, a hill of beans 

So when I stand, tall on the pail 

Have no regrets, give it a kick 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2016 and 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Rommy for the prompt, at Friday Writings #80  

 https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

 - Rommy's Bucket List Stuff: 

Rommy has invited us to write about something on our bucket list (either something we have done or still have yet to do).

 - Back in 2012 I also had written about my then diminishing Bucket List, read of it, click hereclick here 

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At Early Moon -- a dVerse Prosery Piece

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Journey into the Trees

"An early moon is just a piece of change in the softening sky." **   Standing on the bridge squinting my eyes in the waning light I could see into the trees.  

There a little brown monkey just weaned from his mother, a beggar bedded down for the night, and swarms of mosquitoes who greeted me. They invited me into their little forest, I willingly went.

Quite an adventure for me, my eyes gradually adapted to the dim. The monkey had playthings scattered beyond his rug, the beggar was swigging a bottle of cheap gin, and none of those mosquitoes would bite.

Playing interrupted there came visitors, Mama Monkey and Beggar's Wife with chicken sandwiches and a can of Bactine. Though we had nothing, not one thing, in common we became best of friends. In the tree shadowed moonlight never to be seen except by me. 

**  first line by James Masao Mitsui, “Spring Poem for the Sake of Breathing, Written After a Walk to Foster Island”  for full Poem, click here

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 - Photo and Prose piece Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved (The bridge was a part of my friend, John's, five-acre yard. We often had car club meetings at his home. John died a few years ago.  

 - I am linked with Merril D Smith for the Prosery Prompt Line which I used as the opening line here.  To read about the line's heritage and to see the requirements for the Prosery writing tonight (one is not more than 144 words, I have exactly 144 not including the title), go here, 

  https://dversepoets.com/2023/06/05/prosery-breathing-and-moons/  

 - Click here to read others writer's Prosery piece 

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