Graffiti can be,
with a little direction,
pleasing to the eye.
As one gets older
And begins to contemplate
One realizes that at the end of our lives,
Much of which we were terrified,
Didn't amount to a hill of beans.
If you can make that
Commitment to yourself,
Well before the end,
You'll have much more of life to enjoy,
And much less fear
Of rejection, opinions, impressions,
That may have seemed important
At the time.
past waning light-
on the cart rake,
dried hay and feed,
Though the Old West suffered from lack of female companionship,
an assortment of loose women fed the cravings of ranch hands,
adding much color and amusement to otherwise dreary lives.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many accompanied by his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.