Posted in Life, Poetry, Prose

Never Having Learned

at my age, exciting
and dangerous
foolish, some might say,
Never having learned
never having to say, I couldn’t
Rolling along
at breakneck speeds
at least from here to there
and perhaps even back again,
No guarantees,
No fear,
No skateboard present,
Not having to make excuses
about that..



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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