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Me and My Knobby Knees
Contributed by
KathyT
on
Sunday, 20th September 2009 @ 10:14:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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The only love i have ever known,
feels like a deck of cards stacked against me.
A gut full of cheap whiskey and the stench of
stale cigarettes all around me.
How could this have happened to me?
I was the blue-eyed blonde who never needed
anyone.
I know that black and blue isn't loving you,
that's all i ever knew.
Why GOD,did my life go this way?
Women hated me men adored me,even
through their madness of black and blue.
Gray hair now covers my head and my
knobby knees are in my bed with me.
Give me this any day so as to keep
beauty away.
It is a curse that i wish i could carry
in my purse.
I love my gray hair and knobby knees.
Wisdom comes with all this,one day i will
tell all.
Of a life that was full of fun and pain,pain
was surely number "1".
One day i will understand it all.
About my fall into madness.
Definition madness:Men.
Be patient i will return again.
I'm climbing into my bed
with my gray hair and knobby knees.
I love being gray and having knobby knees.
I am free to be me.
Copyright ©
KathyT
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2009-09-20 10:14:19]
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Re: Me and My Knobby Knees
(User Rating: 1 )
by spud on
Monday, 21st September 2009 @ 11:49:10 AM AEST
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Despite all the pain from the past, you sound to
me like a woman who is growing older with a
wiser head, and with no short measure of grace
in doing so.
Well written verse. Good luck to you!
Tommy
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Re: Me and My Knobby Knees
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by AnthonyGoodwinJnr on
Monday, 21st September 2009 @ 05:19:48 PM AEST
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| I agree with Spud. Sometimes the things that set us apart can often become a burden rather than a blessing. You conveyed this very well, I hope you are now happy in yourself. |
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