Wednesday, April 11, 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018-11 -- Day 11, a Bad days for Boys

The day he lost his room
a day to remember
'Twas to be expected
defer to new baby
A fun part of him changed
on the porch bed for him
Did not complain or cry
in this he had no voice
Wouldn't be the last time
only first of many
Last?  Sold his pickup truck
told his manhood goodbye

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 -  Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
       (Pictures I took at the Falkland Islands, coming back through
        the marshes after visiting Penguins at a Penguin Reserve.)
  - I'm writing for at .  She is writing of rooms too!   Thank you, Kerry.
 - Generally for the "Micro-poetry" I try to use exactly 55 words.  But tonight I hit 59.  I could pare off six, one line for some, and add a three word title.  Or use larger words.  But no, I'll leave it like this.

  - I'm also linked to 
Day Eleven of NaPoWriMo, If you click on the comments with links left or you can also try 'PARTICIPANTS SITES' link at the top of their page you can read the poems submitted by other bloggers.

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At Wednesday, April 11, 2018 11:33:00 PM, Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Ah, "everything passes" and "change is the only constant". Somewhat melancholy, but inevitable.

At Thursday, April 12, 2018 12:02:00 AM, Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Giving up always has that side of reluctance. Nice emotions captured in your poem Jim


At Thursday, April 12, 2018 12:52:00 AM, Blogger Margaret said...

In the south, the "summer porch" is a real thing! I'm sure the sacrifice was greatly appreciated

At Thursday, April 12, 2018 7:51:00 PM, Blogger said...

Change is constant. I like this poem, Jim.


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