It’s Over

It’s over
No two more darker words
Nor a more potent phrase
It’s over
Stronger so than all those Merry Xmas Days

Finished HS senior exams
Walked to Franma’s house on the Avenue
It’s over
Was all that I knew

A letter came from LS and U
Invited me not to come back
It’s over
Can I ever get back on track

Finished USN Basic
Shorn of more than of callow locks
It’s over
Next mindmuck hiding by Mediterranean docks

Finished Navy School in Waukegan
Where angels walked the floors of supermalls
It’s over
While the terror of the overseas tensely calls

My AMCROSS message whisked me home
Father had died
It’s over
How come I never ever cried

August 26th came and went
Sixth time I drove all the way home
It’s over
In a broken VW lacking any kind of chrome

Failed at Grad School
Coke and sexes ruled the live long day
It’s over
When you’re stupid you’ve nothing much to say

Mom died
Fell and hit her head
It’s over
Is there someone I should blame instead?

Quit the rock and roll band
My wagon had rutted into the insane
It’s over
Time for me to find a new brand of pain

Broke one sure sweet heart
I hold onto all the blame
It’s over
King of Pain my sad sorry game

Graduated Social Work School
But couldn’t find a job gainful
It’s over
So sold stock to buy sound gear to make an earful

At da Leaf met a cool Austin vixen
Things went from kinda cool to pretty silly
That’s all over
But now I get to share in a miracle named Lily

Quit a professional hospice
Respectfully I tried to define Life’s last line
But then it was over
My understanding of a DNR correct not quite in align

So slow approaches my own demise
A child will have to mourn a parent dead
Then, it’s over
I wish for everyone any kind of easier time instead

About Kitt

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.

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