the stars around us
long ago i sat under the stars now seems like ive been sittin here under this tree for all my life. all my life and nothin’s changed. i sit here in the morning, at night, don’t matter. someone asked me if i was happy, what the hell she mean by happy. i don’t know what happy means no more, can’t feel it, can’t remember it,cant taste it. but not sure i remember real sad neither. i sit in my chair under my tree, yes in deed that is my tree just watching and listening to the Lord to see if the Lord wants me to come Home or not or if i should just stay on here. im not surprised by nothing, no more.
why should I be? seen too much destruction in my home, too much sadness and pain, you know nothing about me so dont judge me, little boy. what do you think you know, something better? well you dont. i had it all too once, yup, me and my friends who used to live down the street, we all had us some good jobs and on friday nights we would take us out with our gals and we would have us a fine night, eatin dinner out, dancin under the stars and smokey playing the guitar, me on the haermonica. everyone else laughing and drummin, the beer and wine flowed an we didnt care that we was drinkin from paper cups, why that was like china crystal for us, we didnt know better and we didnt care neitther. nothing was more important to us than doing an honest days work, being with family, eating all together with friends and looking at the stars around us. why that was the most beautiful picture of them all.
you dont need a lot of money for beauty, thats what i’m trying to tell u but a little money, yeah, that does help. I got none now, none, not for lack of trying, but sooner or later you just bury those dreams and give up cuz no one care about you anymore and you feel the same way. i dont care about me no more, i eat whats other peoples leftovers are, i crawl around at night, i cant walk quick no more, but i can get around with the cane i made myself so i get scraps here an there, i share them sometimes. i dont care about eating, no more tho i used to, have my pots and pans still, little stove. i don’t use them much.
i just sit, waiting, just in case someone visits, i even got an extra chair beside me but i know, it stays empty, and thats just alright, juz fine by me. i had that love once, i dont get entitled to a second round mized up my life with the wrong people and too much drinkin. so now i sit alone, i know no one is coming round to see me, i know that chair besides mine is gonna be empty till the day they carry me out from here, stone cold dead.
How poignant and heart-breaking. It was as if the old man himself was actually carrying a conversation with someone — so realistic. God has blessed you with a great gift!
God bless you,
Thanks for giving the man a voice and a life story.
THANK YOU!!! what a thoughtful, lovely comment.
From the very first line, I was intrigued…wanting to know more of the story that so eloquently follows. A wonderful contribution. I am so happy you joined us again. Thanks so so much.
You made my day, THANK YOU, Laurie.
I will join you as much as possible, I adore you and your prompts. If it was bad would you also tell me that? Because I really have no idea how I write. Help?
Wow. I like your writing a lot. What a gift!