Mister by RayFed at Spillwords.com

Mister

Mister

written by: RayFed

@Raymond_Fed

 

Eyes greyed with words unsaid, although I talk to him.
Ambiguous with thought but he thinks it deeply.
Hands wrought with pain and age.
Living memories he sits.
Wishing to talk.
Killing cigarettes between his fingers.
He takes a bitter coffee, hot and black
And listens to my complaints.
Crinkled, the morning paper rests unread in his lap.
Between haughty waitresses in motion he hungers for what has been.

RayFed

RayFed

I've always been a jack of all trades. I've been a poet, author, social commentator, comedian, online gamer, pod cast host, and Youtuber. I've had a class A license to drive semi truck over the road. I've worked as a chef, manager and all kitchen positions in hundreds of restaurants over the years. I've traveled in Mexico, Canada and through 37 of the 50 states. I've been a volunteer firefighter in Florida, where I grew up. I've fished the waters of the Gulf of Mexico and saw the far distant coast line of Cuba before its recent opening to the west. I've married, had 4 kids, divorced, got CKD stage 6 (end stage renal failure) Survived a stroke, mild heart attack, MRSA, blood clots and now chronic heart failure. Fully disabled and home bound, the internet is my social outlet, and window on the world. I go to dialysis three times a week, I watch movies, play video games and chat with people on social media. Writing is my catharsis for a life that is now spent measuring the time I have left, less the tomorrows that may never be.
RayFed

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