Just A

Just A

6-14-2011

just
a
cheek
sticking
out

just
a
voice
ringing
loud

just
a
body
quite
voluptuous

just
a
wonderful
woman
laughing

a
just
world
where
I am free

I
am
alive
along stolid
arms

just-
ice
served
warmly
beside me

I
feel
the
ages pass
me by

I
am
a
cheery
soul

the
precipice
is
never
far down

somedays,
time
couldn’t
go
slower

at
the best
of times,
couldn’t
go faster

every day
is a good
day
a good
day to die

today
(caught myself)
brooding
(taught the self)
to lean and smile

it
seems
the sad
parts
come often

all too
often
the good
ones pass
bye

but these
are
glorious
days,
and many (are they)

glorious
in
every sense
of the
word

James P. McCabe