I have a home, it’s not like yours, there are no rooms,
If i am to have heat then it comes from the sun.
My bathroom rests not in one spot, it moves,
No air conditioner have i, the coolness comes from the night air.
My shower is not always working, at times i am not clean,
I have a bed, it is wherever i may lay.
My refrigerator is always empty, it’s a thing i do not own,
My sink is a bucket of water or a puddle i may find.
I own a television, it is all that i see,
It only turns off when asleep i may be.
There are no chairs, a sofa to rest upon,
My windows are the world, a roof, only what’s above me.
A yard i have extends very far,
Wherever i may be, nature is all around me.
My name is George, do not be George.
Keith Garrett
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And we are all just a circumstance away from being in a different situation… Perhaps even being George. Great post.
i really like this! thanks for sharing!!
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WHERE I am living is not fancy, but I have my cats, my car and the official racing season is almost here.
Thanks for reading
On Wed, Mar 18, 2015 at 11:26 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Interesting poem…very nice
I like your perspective…. Very well done.
Thank you always
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Thanks always