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. . .I'm Just Sittin'

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 sittin' in this here cave . . .

I'm just sittin' in this here cave . . .

I'm just-a sittin' in this here cave
Just sittin'.
Not fergettin' the hot labor'd days.
Just thinkin.'

I am my own soul, and here all alone
Just lookin.'
Wonderin' about greens 'n ham bone.
Just cookin.'

No use me goin' back--so much dark.
Just wheezin.'
Sitting, sighing, cryin' death be my mark.
Just pleasin.'

Walked-a many mile from over the hills
Just yelling.
Working my hands with my own little skills.
Just reelin.'

Ne'er had no woman to hold, ya' see
Just sadness.
Just a bottle now and again and me.
Just drinkin.'

Life for a poor man's gotta be lean, ya' see
Just pity.
Clinging to ration of bread I faintly see.
Just little bitty.

I climbs up my lone last hill, my friend
Just grinnin.'
Farewell, life, labor, start and end.
Just smilin.'

Just smilin.'

© 2018 Kenneth Avery

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