” What are those blinking lights?
and who put this wall here where
I always cross this road???”
That said as death came
out of the dark night
disguised as a bright white light,
rendering all questions
superfluous.
The trouble with that rabbit?
He was a creature of habbit.
Unable to break,
he was broken
when his world changed
and no one to him.
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!
Poems by Ken 