alongside

In ninety or so days –

I will be right alongside the remainder.

Reminding myself, of this day and my age.

It hasn’t been that long before;

And it won’t be that long again –

Till the crow calls in the morning.

Black and blue

eyes,

Split lip –

Bruised yet again –

I cannot abide.

Lemme get my shovel ma.

Don’t you worry now, ain’t nobody gonna miss

That sad sack.

Gotta go till them fields now.

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