My Poems

That Ain’t Right It’s Just So Wrong

It's not good for a person to live so long Everyday I sing this sorrowful song From late at night to the early dawn My brother and sister have long been gone That ain't right, it's just so wrong

They were both much younger then me Can someone put me out of my misery Life is too short, that's what people say Not mine, looks like I'm here to stay That ain't right, it's just so wrong

The other day I heard a motorcycle go by The sound of that engine made me cry I rode a Harley Davidson, candy apple red Ma yelling, get off that thing or you'll end up dead She was wrong, she was just so wrong

In this wheelchair I sit still hanging on Even though I'm old I feel very strong What a crying shame what a pitiful pity Nothing but wrinkled skin that sure ain't pretty That ain't right, it's just so wrong

Guess by now your tired of listening to me Well out of this body I too would like to be free A paradise is at the end just waiting for me I know for a fact because I've been given the key That is right, it's just so right Author Eileen Clark 2023

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Cooked Goose

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You know the old saying your goose is cooked
Whenever I hear that I really get shooked
I hear there's some truth to that nasty old saying
I'm valuable because of the many eggs I keep laying

You have to learn how to run really fast
If you don't, how long will your life last
I've learned to do more then just waddle
You'd be smart to use me as a role model

Don't get caught walking around here alone
The inside of a kettle will be your next home
Keep your bill shut, don't utter a honk or quack
If you get noticed it may be your last act

Author Eileen Clark

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My Paintings

Slow Down

September 11, 2022January 25, 2023 Eileen Clark3 Comments

It seems I missed the last several days I'm moving through life within a haze No, it looks like I've missed a few weeks It may be my life needs quite a few tweaks I woke up this morning to a frigid freeze What happened to last week's spring breeze I'm rushing through life missing beautiful things I need to remove my shoes that have grown wings

Before it all ends; in my work I could drown I should listen to those that are saying slow down Relax for awhile, read a book, drink some wine You just might live to the age of ninety-nine

Author Eileen Clark

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Beautiful painting by DebiGarciaBensonArt