The idea of the poem came in one way and when I started writing it on the computer from the paper it all changed to a totally different theme. Initially, I only thought about writing about sadness fueling a hunting chariot carrying masked ghosts. On the fly when typing in I changed it all into this … what is this?
Read Now Or Forever Leave It Unread…
This poem is for you Little Boss.
On Another Note:
I left a couple of daily blog posts with as much as vaguery I can but now I am not beating around the bush anymore… I have to leave town as I got an odd job in Kansas. It has nothing to do with my regular job. I have to take this as I am running out of options when it comes to money. So go back through the blogs you will know what can keep me here. It all has to happen in the next three days or I am driving on Sunday morning. I will be coming back every two weeks as my house is still here. This is not easy, but when one runs out of choices, especially during these pandemic times… don’t be picky, just take what is available… or to say it short, Live Today, Fight Another Day.
Little Boss, you know no matter where I go, what I do, my love for you will never cease. I would love to say that to you in person if I get that chance before I leave. Nothing ends here, everything takes a new shape with a new beginning. I love you.