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These poems were written just for fun.Some are about old age[me]and a couple for my friends.Enjoy!

Milage

These aren't lines upon my face
just mile markers of my life
some are from laughter
some are from frowns
others from trouble and trials.
If my lines could talk
I'm sure they would say
just how happy they've been
to be the lines upon my face
and not my double chin.

Dark Thoughts

Regrets and sorrows try to taint my tomorrows
and leave me with nothing but despair
but I refuse to succumb to the pain
let the past wash away
like yesterday's rain.
Old sins slip in
smearing guilt across my mind
but I toss them away
blackened fragments of past days
and gently try to forget that time.
Years passed so fast
old age creeps in
allowing more time
to examine dark places in my mind
and feel the horror of where I've been.

Weary Traveler

I've traveled this road called life
with it's many twists and turns
I could have chosen one less crowded
but then I might never have learned
that the stop signs and red lights
that took up my time
were there for a very good reason
though at the time
I hurried and gripped
and found them most unpleasing.
I ignored a lot of those signs
and dearly payed the price
by traveling the road too fast
and gambling with my life.
I've fill my tank with many a drink
but kept my exterior clean and shiny
now my headlights are dim
there's rust on my trim
and my transmission has become somewhat whiny.
I'll buy new bulbs for my lights
add oil to the parts that's grown tired
until someday when they tow me away
to the old family junkyard.

Written on March 16,2001 for my e group"Russell County Buddies"They are big basketball fans of U.K. and I'm not,so while they were all watching the ballgames,I was writing poetry for them.

Where Are They
No.1

I got on my puter to chat with my friends
but not a one was in sight
I said to myself"they must be busy"
they'll be on later tonight
so I surfed and I loked
then read a book
and waited for night-time to fall
I know where they are...they'll be a while
they're watching KENTUCKY play ball.
But night will come and they'll be on
I'll send them an email or two
but I want be noticed
not on this night
'cause all the talk will be BIG BLUE.

Where Are They
No.2

Hey you guys
I miss you all
my RUSSELL COUNTY BUDDIES
but guess I'll have to understand
you're getting ready for TUBBY.
You'll need some rest
to be at your best
for the next big WILDCAT game
so run on out and do your chores
and try to stay out of the rain.
Load up on snacks
get pillows for your backs
then we'll chat some more
but until we do...I'll clean up my house
before Gary kicks me out the door.

copyright 2001 Shirley Delk Roberts