Author: Kevin Fraleigh
Tea with my tears
I’ve never cared for coffee,And I don’t really feel like a beer,But, since you’re asking,I think I’ll have tea with my tears.©2022 Kevin Fraleigh
After a heart attack
People be talking about youIn whispers behind your backAbout your health and fitnessAfter a heart attack.©2022 Kevin Fraleigh
Capitalism
They said I had to work hardAnd put in my timeIt took me nearly seven decadesTo realize they lied.©2022 Kevin Fraleigh
A friend I never knew
Today we buriedA friend I never knewI can’t tell you much about himExcept that his son loved himAnd that is enough for meFor if a man diesBut still lives in the loveOf his family and friendsThen while he is lost to the worldHe will forever remainIn the life of all…
Stay to see the show
It used to beThat getting oldWas getting oldNow being oldIs getting oldBut what the hellI bought the ticketI might as wellStay to see the show ©2021 Kevin Fraleigh
Fate is a thief
RetirementThen the heart attackI thought I would beThe center of your universeCaring for meBut nowYou don’t feel wellAnd I must care for youAgainMy lifeOur livesPut asideBy the weakness ofFleshAnd mindOnce againFate stealsOur destinies ©2021 Kevin Fraleigh
Back in the saddle
Just a quick post. For the first time since in almost a year–since August 24, 2020–I am back at the keyboard working on series of novels. In the past year I have written poetry and short posts, but these novels have been eating away at me, crying to be completed…
At midnight whence all is still
At midnight whence all is stillI sit on my bedsideAnd drink in the quietFor the first time in the dayI am alone with my thoughtsYou and the animals sleepBut I am restless before restingAnd my thoughts will notLet me abandon them so easilyI consider time and spaceMortality and immortalityGod and…
Looking back, going forward
Dedicated to Red Hook, NY, and the childhood that I forgot. Not sure whyBut my mind latelyDrifts back to my childhoodTo a village I little rememberTo the days I little rememberWhere I endured awkward youthMaybe it wasThe spirit of the ’70sOr maybe it was just meBut it seemed thatThat village…
I finally cried
My friend is deadI only knew him for a couple of yearsNot that longNot that wellBut fate brought us togetherI know not whyOr maybe I doLife is a mysteryEnveloped in smoke from a MarlboroAnd washed away by a GuinnessBefore it is fully understoodBefore he was fully understoodNow He lays stillHis…
