Poem by my son Max


2017 {#19} “She Is Done” © May 25, 2017


She is done

Knocking on deaths door

Nobody understands

That the world is just noise

She personally doesn’t like it here anymore

Nothing to look forward to

Which means

Nothing to live for

They told her to change

That it’s up to her to make things better


For years

She has been living beyond her means

Just trying to keep up and impress them

All for the sake of love?

Guess what?

It didn’t work

To everyone concerned

She is nothing

Now in debt over her head

She is poorer than ever before

In both mind and spirit 

But most of all…


He has now broken her for her last time

She is done


Photo by fifi

2017 {#18} “Impending” © May 19, 2017


58 years of this

And what does she have in her life

To look forward to?

Absolutely nothing, but…

Impending doom

Day in

Day out

Fa la la

“What do you have to be depressed about?”

He asked

Did he hear her reply?


He hears not a single word of what she had said

Silence kills

Her words had fallen upon deaf ears

Fa la la

He doesn’t really care about her

Or her miserable life of…

Impending doom

Now, that it’s too late

He’ll read about it on Facebook

And out of that 

He’ll get a damn good laugh


Photo by me…fifi

Music…Need I say more?