By Bradford Middleton
My life goes by in black and white,
The black words I type onto white paper
And the sepia tinted black and white
Of the old movie days. The films come
And go, a new one every few days whilst
The words, right now, continue to flow
And it all makes me happy.
The old movies take me back to the
Films I used to watch with Nana, where
The bad guy is always sure to get it
And the good guy will always be
Handsome leaving the women of her
Generation swooning and dreaming
And they always made us happy.
The words have been coming for over
A decade now and the idea I’ve been
Lucky enough to devote myself to it
Fills this beating heart with a simple joy,
Hopeful as to how it’ll continue to play
Out over the years I cling on before
Succumbing to death.
