Kenneth has a taste for abstract/prose poetry as well as the comical side of life. 23-years of writing for a newspaper has served him well.
I'm just-a sittin' in this here cave
Not fergettin' the hot labor'd days.
I am my own soul, and here all alone
Wonderin' about greens 'n ham bone.
No use me goin' back--so much dark.
Sitting, sighing, cryin' death be my mark.
Walked-a many mile from over the hills
Working my hands with my own little skills.
Ne'er had no woman to hold, ya' see
Just a bottle now and again and me.
Life for a poor man's gotta be lean, ya' see
Clinging to ration of bread I faintly see.
Just little bitty.
I climbs up my lone last hill, my friend
Farewell, life, labor, start and end.
© 2018 Kenneth Avery
Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on February 11, 2018:
Hi, Kathy -- glad that you stopped by. Nice to meet you. And thank you kindly for the comment. Write me and visit anytime you like.
Kathy Burton from Florida on February 09, 2018:
Love the rhythm in this poem/song. Just smiling.
Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on February 09, 2018:
Hi, Gypsy Rose Lee --amen, my dear friend. Thank you Much for your Friendship and comments.
Write me anytime.
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on February 09, 2018:
These days I can relate. Life seems such a tough uphill climb with no end in sight.