Reflections of a Year Gone By

It’s been a year now

Three hundred sixty five

Shit sandwiches

Choked down

With bitter spit

Like yellow stained

Fine linen

Love

Too precious to toss away

Left to rot in a musty drawer

Hidden

Mourned in secret

The fatal flaw of a hoarder

Gripping tightly

To a molded crust of bread

After all

Tomorrow’s another day.

 

Daily Post Keyword: Sandwich

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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5 Responses to Reflections of a Year Gone By

  1. Hmmm. Are you ok Phil? This sounds sad… 😦 But…very well written and witty.

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    • Phil says:

      I’m OK. It struck me that it had been a year since the world as I knew it kind of fell apart. Thought I would mark the occasion. After I wrote it I kind ofrealized that I could separate myself from it now. While I’m still in a state of limbo, my days are now well spent. I’m looking forward instead of backwards and that’s a good thing. If I could just get laid!…haha

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  2. Sheryl says:

    Oh Phil, you really don’t like sandwiches do you? This made me laugh.

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