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Cracker Jack Box Poem

By Michael Lee Johnson

Cracker Jack Box Poem

I don't wear my pocket watch anymore
it reminds me of my age, 73, soon more,
outdated gadget, time hanging where
moving parts below don't belong nor work anymore.
I don't like to think about endings.
Age is a Cracker Jack box with no face, modern speed dial,
no toy inside, when it stops, no salute, just pops.






Lesson: "What young men want to do all night takes older men all night to do."






Article © Michael Lee Johnson. All rights reserved.
Published on 2019-11-25
Image(s) are public domain.
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