I Am

Coffee Mugg

My house so little,
So run down,
Is the place I live,
No one around.

Is a good house,
Just no heat,
But the wood inside,
You just can't beat.

Some day I will have money,
To do the things to do,
Then it wont look so funny,
Could even look brand new.

I live each day,
All alone,
But I have accepted this,
I am own my own.

I have said too much,
For you to know me,
Is the life I have chosen,
At least I am free.

Or am I?

Published by Coffee Mugg

I am a 60 year old male, born and raised in Alabama. Have been in construction most of adult life, and had lived in Orlando Fl for over 30 years. Have now come back to Alabama. Could be considered an expert...  View profile

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  • Kady and Tony Burney1/8/2008

    I like your house as well as this poem! I really liked the topic you chose to write about. It seems to be questioning one's freedom. I just loved it tons, Ken!

  • Lisa Renee.1/8/2008

    It looks like a nice house to me..

  • Elizabeth1/8/2008

    It is a lovely house Ken

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