The World

 

  The world, a fictional journey 

I feel the world is burning but 

But still I feel I might survive 

Though my teeth are hiding inside 

Inside gums not showing their place 

Deep inside dentist can not pull 

Reddened skin sore she cannot soothe 

Those hidden sore teeth turning red 

Tried eating bleeding on my food 

Not to waste precious blood and food 

Crying doesn't help makes things worse 

I feel the world is burning, why 

Why do I try when there's no way 

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Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved 

I am linked with and written in response to Magaly Guerrero's prompting post

Ten Years

   Ten years, seem short 

Ten years hardly make a bean 

Ours comes with time retired 

Been retired now twenty-six 

Spouse's hair little whiter 

There's more and more on her blouse 

and less and less on her scalp 

Now I walk with a walker 

That walker, our waiter hides 

Hides from folk when we're eating 

Keeps walkers-by from tripping 

And all we're so happy now 

"Senior living," cooks for us 

Still have to make our own bed 

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Note: Asked by Sherry for a bit about our last ten years passing. Mrs Jim and I have moved, to a Senior Living facility since Mid-December.  We are in our 80's and 90s, we've kept our car, in it's late 30's and I still drive. We like our apartment here. 

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Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved 

I am linked with and written in response of Sherry Blue Sky"s prompt

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