The Joys of Being Poor

[It’sallbsParticipant]

People so often confuse things they want with things they need.

A roof over your head, warmth and good quality nutritional food make you more happy than anything else.

http://www.leavemeansleave.eu

[Gravel PitParticipant]

That first poem is obviously real poetry, genuine quality. Thank You

I dig the old photo holding a big catfish. Nice

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

No thank you GravelPit.

My father was in his mid forties at least ten years
before he died when with his hands he noodled a catfish
that was almost half his own weight.
Winston McKinney 6ft 143 lbs
CatFish 3 1/2 ft 69 lbs

This is the man who said to me: “son I will never lie to you or guide you the wrong way.”

My Bible says to love your heavenly father
with all your heart and soul and your neighbor as yourself.

I would lay down and die to have him back.

I have is his spirit within so my living flesh is his.

He lived in my home the last 5 years of his life.

When he was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer
I could see how disappointed he was.
we talked a lot that last tear of his life.
He revealed to me what he would do if he had more time.
That became his self evident Bucket-list
We talked about many things but,
Mostly about how precious our time of life on this earth is.

I knew then how long I had to live. If my grandfather lived 55years and died, then his last born son lived 55years and died, I myself could only live a lifetime
measured against the lifespan they enjoyed.
They did enjoy life and never complained.
Two generations of poor but happy selfless men
and now I have completed my allotted 55years.

I am but a slave to my fathers spiritual guidance,
and live to finish his known bucket list.

He will do it in his own publicly created Identity
without asking permission from any earthly authorities.

This is my right to pursue my happiness which
my creator endowed me with. The authority is
self evident.

Thanks again for the reply GravelPit

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

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