I get by…

how old are ya…

pretty old…

what…70….75…

old ‘nough…

ya got any regrets…

nope…

not a one…

lived my life pretty simple…stayed outta trouble…I’ve managed to get by…don’t have much…but…I’ve managed to get by…

look at where you live…an old trailer park…what’dya do for a livin’…

this and that…worked a lot of different jobs…mowin’ yards…roofin’ houses…dumpin’ trash…anything to pay the rent…

didn’t ya want anymore outta life…

like what…

travel…family…a good woman…

had all those…

ya did…

did…gave ’em up too…

for what…

poetry…words…lines connectin’ lines…I wanted a life of nothin’ but books and a typewriter…just read and write all day and into the night…

ever get any money for it…

it’s always ’bout money with you now isn’t it…how much did you make…how much could you make…didya make ‘nough…you don’t write poetry to get rich…you wanna make money…sell insurance…

got enough to live on…

I get by…I get by…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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  1. This was my favorite part of this piece, “it’s always ’bout money with you now isn’t it…how much did you make…how much could you make…didya make ‘nough…you don’t write poetry to get rich…you wanna make money…sell insurance…”

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