SAME FOR YOU, SAME FOR ME

By John Robinson

Whatever way you

think of it, everyday

is a helluva day;

with the heavy

ongoing burdens of

lovers and wives and

husbands and children

and friends and

all the bullshit of

getting by day

to day and the

addictions to love

and drugs and

alcohol, the

addiction to surviving

to building something

that may mean

something to

somebody someday

and we carry on;

dig deeper and get

older and then we

let go, a sense of

satisfaction just

out of sight and the

lure of Heaven,

the final fucking

illusion.

 

ON MY FATHER’S SIDE

By John Robinson

I never met

my grandfather

and really didn’t

get to know my

own father

and my daughter

may feel as I;

she never met

her grandfather

and owing to my

own fears and

inadequacies

may feel that I

have distanced

myself ;

not by absence

but through my

quietness and of

not constantly

repeating

‘I love you’

if something is

said once and it is

said in truth then

it is said forever

but here it is

in writing for you,

my daughter,

Bonita Rose,

I Love You.

 

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