New Poetry by Uma Jiji.blogspot.com

It’s that time  In your life You ain’t never  Gonna matter To anyone Anymore Anytime It’s that type Of a life Where it doesn’t matter  Where you been All day long Nor all night through You ought to love Yourself,  Just as your neighbor And spend your  Two cents in Making life just A little better Than what you've Seen Where you've been And make it A little more loving For one to dwell Not the same old same old  Dump of a day Every minute matters, If you take it into account Of what you give, Less trash and more matter, Then you have O yes, you have Of course you have  Always lived your life A little more sweeter A little more hotter Little more zestier, Than what your people Might know of you By trying a little more  Brighter, With laughter  And happiness Sans ignorance or  Annoyance, so You  May Just  Keep On  Being  You, Alive!

With mid Summer heat cooling a bit Weather forecast of future heat Dwindling now and bundling then My shadows, some in rain or shine I realize suddenly, that home coming Is not too far away..  Some friends gone and some lost in time My days within this home that I call me Will be only memories if not worth a dime I realize one other thing, that keeps me  Busy, day or night, of thoughts or plights That time will come.. When all is lost except hope, to survive To part knowledge, of love or art Before I depart, if not to all,  At least to one, That may matter Or none.. Yet in the back of my thoughts, Causing a nagging lingering pain,  Yet to be forgotten I realize, I do not recall you Nor your face, owing to the time spending Decades away, since I have seen May be fleetingly while waiting in a doctor’s office Or purchasing flowering plants at the nurseries Or at nearby Walmart doing groceries Or supplies for my kids projects That was done ages before, I forget how you l...