Tayama

Years

I was 17 and she broke my heart...

At 20 I begun to see what was really wrong with me...

Mr. Faith telling me I'll be ok...

21 and he died before I said I was sorry...

23 and they almost got me...

25 and addiction so pleasing...

28 and she married me...

30/35 they came, cried then smiled...

50 and saw that boy of 20 and knew...

60 and leads so many, yet cries when alone...

61 and finds the pictures and the phone...

A life of lies, yet peace...

He told who needed to know...

66 and no clue...

Still the luckiest guy he ever knew...

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Comments1

  • jarcher54

    So bare-bones, yet so pregnant with hints, inferences, and imagined details. Witty and poignant, unique to you yet universal. Leads so many and cries when alone.. I am 66 and am solidly in that place... haven't has a clue in decades, but yes lucky in many ways. I enjoyed your autobiography today.

    • Tayama

      Thank you. I picked random numbers of a life and thought hard where I was and what happened.



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