It is time for him to break away.
To find a place he can settle down;
Too many promises left to pay.
His you ng life is in such disarray,
Worst reputation in this small town;
It is time for him to break away.
Began at twelve when he ran away,
Turned his small family upside-down;
Too many promises left to pay.
Drove too reckless in his Chevrolet,
Reputation with police renown;
It is time for him to break away.
Brought his mother such utter dismay,
Engaging smile replaced with a frown;
Too many promises left to pay.
Starting over he can find his way,
End this perpetual tumble-down.
It is time for him to break away,
Too many promises left to pay.
© pending Susan R. O’Brien
Beautiful poem and photograph.
ReplyDeletePhotograph is stunning and the prose is just wonderful!
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