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poetry by j matthew waters

some fifty years later


mysteriously curious
I am unloved and underfed
walking along
so many fine lines
in and out of these city limits

acquaintances
may come and go
regardless if dead or alive
leaving me pondering
what the morning will bring

when the sun reaches out
touching me genuinely
I am reminded how
beautifully tragic we are
even though we have
more lives yet to live




november two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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6 thoughts on “some fifty years later

  1. Unloved and underfed. That’s a strong line near the start.

  2. Beautifully tragic. I love that line.

  3. The genuine warmth of the sun…more loving that any acquaintance, friend or relative…nicely written

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