Thursday, March 4, 2010

I am the Tin Man!



one should know
it will happen
one day
age creeping up
wear and tear
occupation contributes

wake from sleep
thought only
of pain
knee cries out
can't move
knifing shooting
left one aches

slowly move
careful
subsides for now
walking at work
right one starts
to click
heard by none

shrug it off
only thought
man's way
ignore it will
go away

suddenly
realized
my new world order
where is Dorothy
I need her now
oil can
oil can
squirt here
squirt there
squeak squeak
ahhh
feeling better
all better

wake up ToTo
no oil can
no relief
surprise
not in kansas
anymore


This poem can be found at
Coffee Table Poetry's GUEST BOOK

2 comments:

Christine Macdonald said...

I say I need oil all the time! Well done. :)

R. Jacob said...

Christine
Different things make me write. I wish this was not something I knew anything about.

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