Bo Bo Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

When I think
Of things I've done
Battles fought
Yet never won

Just a shell
Marking my time
A wasted life
Such a crime

Images come
Images go
Left so empty
Feel so low

So many things
I could have done
Seemed I was always
Just on the run

Old and broke
Alone in a chair
Beaten down
Devoid of tears

Added the days
To the tallied years
No laughter, no joy
Just nagging fears

Fears of dying
Hanging around
If only I could laugh
I'd be a happy clown