Thirty steps
Out the back door
Down the path
That little building
Wasn’t called a bath
We had a one holer
You can count
Grandma had a two holer
You do the math
Grandma’s path
Lined with pecan trees
Was further from the porch
There was butt pinching
Or a pee pee dance
If you thought
Just a minute more
Than you should.
Hope came in spring
And in fall
For Sears, Spiegel
And maybe a Penney’s
They lay in that place
Looking worn and torn
From being used
and for soft porn.
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I'm a 72 yr old guy, who had worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 yrs and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, Health Benefits Department, Billing, the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes, I have had two. I traded my second Corvette for a Harley Davidson Fat Boy mid-summer 2019. I've already ridden about seven thousand miles. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister on 20190202. I've become certified with the American Chaplaincy Association through Aidan University in June '21. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married on 24 July 2015. She was ordained in February 2022. She has a blog too called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
Oh lordy…one if the things I am so grateful I didn’t have to try.