90 – THE GAME

Posted on February 8, 2014 by Ken Greenman

The little boy dropped the marbles
cats eyes, solids, golds, mutts
into his glass jar,
shook, spun, flipped, twirled,
rattled the nerves of anyone
and the deaf.
“little boy!
little boy!!
little boy!!!
won’t you be sad if your marbles
chip, crack, splinter, smash
even explode your nice glass jar?”

“Nope! I don’t care!
The marbles are just toys!
The fun part
is the noise!”

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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