I need seek

someplace to find

a humble, peaceful

piece of my mind.


Distraught, from the noise,

that poser of sound!

I plead for some peace,

but there’s none to be found.


With hollow heart,

I fall all apart,

in piecemeal    movements,

    real slow.


This change

came to me,

one could’ve decreed,

by much sharper minds,

    that I know.


I began

from the start

to fall

all apart

when Mama

set me down

    and said: “Go!”


And ever since then

I’ve been wending forth, 


    the heat

    gets to hot

    down below.


I’m a son of a gun,

    and I’m on the run!

and have been

since the word 



No peace of the mind

can I then find,

and it’s high time

that I should know:


Oh! how I’ve come

to love that word so!


I know.  I know.

It’s time I “Go!”

So, adios, then,

    mi   amiGo!




©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn

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