He never left Michigan


He never left Michigan
Years ago. I wanted to see the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London.

 

I found four children alone with a kind women. I learn. I wasn’t important. Drinking, dancing and travel man stay with sweet woman and the children taught him. Life is in the front of us.

 

Now old man won’t drink wine in Paris or Basel. He drink kool-aid with his grandchildren. He won’t dance in the streets of Florence, he dances by Lake Huron with his laughing boys. He will never see Hyde park again, he read his poetry at the Utica and Sterling Height libraries.

 

Traveling and rambling man never complain. He learned. Don’t need everything, we just need enough. Grand-boy Jaden tell him daily. I love you Grandpa. Kind words, more than enough for me.

 

Coyote

 

Category : poetry