I got goosebumps at the station
When the pumps hit zero
Locomotive being my hero
Wheels wheezing from cold
Spirit levels dangerously zero
I need a pick up at the station
Headlights in my car dim
My gauge is high and mighty
Going an extra mile no limit
Bumping to Usher’s no limit
Foggy and misty
Blurry no shower
I need my screen cleaned at the station
I have some pocket change
Attendant won’t let me loose
My puny brown card saved me
One super and anxiety clears
Salutations ,calculations begin
My mind at ease at the station
Strain in my vision
Light in the sky envision
Peddle to the motor
I escape my fright
Check up in order, glasses for my eyes
My vision blurry
Hanging out tonight at the station .
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LETTERS FOR MY MOTHER
PoetryThis is collective writting of words and expreciences i had with my Mother and my day to day views as a man .Now painting a view of life as we know it through my works of letters and poetry
