Woke up, fell down, exited sideways.
A new memoir every five years.
My second grade teacher was right.
Rather sing than stay to chat.
Someone had to pay the bills.
Didn’t fit in then, still don’t.
I love my lady…and bacon.
Buried gold long ago, can’t find.
Later-life serendity led to Authorland.
A man, a plan, hot damn.
* Found poem. Randomly grabbed a book from my shelf, opened it, and found a jewel. 🙂