Nursery Rhymes

I wrote a poem a few years back.
When Mama was alive and drove a Cadillac.

On New Year’s Eve, alone I was.
I drank some wine until I buzzed.

It was 1980, and I did not know,
what the very near future would hold.

Mama died! My God she’s gone!
I don’t see how I am suppose to go on!

In ‘81 I went back home.
To the town where I was born.

My life went wild, it was a joke.
I had to stop before I croaked.

In ‘85 I met a man.
Thank you God I am happy again.

We had a child! Yes it was time.!
Now my life was nursery rhymes.

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