Yes, a work in progress:
I’m helping my frenemies ignore it.
Turning 60, no less.
Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.
Posted on February 8, 2015, in Poem and tagged 60, birthday, frenemies. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.