As life used to seem a lot simpler
it was significantly easier to organize,
burdensome years pass impulsively
relatively, right before our eyes.
Before it was like a cottage home
with labeled signs upon the doors,
Now it is like a one-hour motel
hustled and employed by whores.
With all the comings, and goings
practically absurd to try and keep track,
My thoughts would love nothing more
than to live in a one-room shack.
I can remember every detail
the “good-ole’-days” when I was young,
but ask me if I paid the electric bill
you would think I had no tongue.
As simple as looking for your keys,
you now enter another room,
Take that thought, tie it to a log
and just send it down the flume.
I can not rely on my memory
remembering anything, is beyond me,
So much so, I have created a term for
It is now called my “bad remembery”
© 2018 Joseph Emerson @ WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com
I see you are writing to day too! Hard not too. Powerful words here
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Thank you. Sometimes when it gets away from me I’ll take a day off from work and start scribbling.
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Oh how I understand that. I will not write for a week and then as soon as the words start to come they may not stop for hours and hours at that may be at 2am
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Yes so true. Haha look at the clock and it’s like oh well… Might as well keep going.
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I just forced myself to drink and eat. Outloud said must stop writing must eat!!! Now I am going on a photography adventure to clear my mind for other possibilities
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Very nice. Enjoy. Fresh air is good fuel. I always say when I am running dry of ideas I need to go out into the freakshow world and fill up the tank again.
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There is an owl hooting in the middle of the day so I am setting out to try and find her.
It is a freak show world that is for sure!!!
Fortunately, back here, it is all quiet and nature. If I didn’t need electric to charge my wheelchair I would gladly sleep in a tent next to a river in the middle of nowhere for the rest of my life
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I hear that!
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The time seems to fly when one is writing…I am guilty of staying up till the wee hours!
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Love it. It’s a perfect time too, the house settles and the traffic outside slows down.. peaceful.
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So true. It’s a perfect time to write when everyone else is sleeping.
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One room shack sounds great for me! Where do I sign up? LOL! Great piece! 🙂
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Right? Haha. Thank you so much. Flattered you enjoyed it. 🤓
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This is a great reflective piece with a lot of witty and bittersweet lines and sentiments.
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I’m glad you liked it. Thank you so much for checking it out and reading/liking/commenting. Much appreciated.
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Great writing. That was awesome and I can completely relate to that ummm….. remembery loss thing. Thank you for your words. Hugs, Sue
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Thank you so much. I am glad you could relate and enjoyed reading it!
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Brilliant. Loved the language you used and the frustration of the wanton behaviour of our memories! Stupid memory!!! Arrrgghh!!!
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👍🏼 yup. Thank you so much for reading. Glad you liked it.
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I liked 😉
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