The Daily Poem

EVER SLAVE

I was a slave to dark force one

I tried to hide I tried to run

But each quick time he found me stunned

   My mind to mush

Then shot me full of tommy gun

   And angel dust.

You bought me as your ever slave

For more than I could lifetime save

With one foot standing in my grave

   You lifted me

And new of everthing you gave

   And all for free.

So now each day I'm walking tall

I find you morning's first of all

To ask you what you need me haul

   Away from here

To keep your mansion garden sprawl

   As clean can be.

O thank you master of this place

I'm sparkled when I see your face

Look down on me without a trace

   Of dark force one

And now I'm brimming by your grace

   No need to run.

D. Edgar Lamp

The Daily Poem - 324

25980 Scenic Drive

Idyllwild, California

Burns Stanza

JOURNAL: Slept in until noon.  Have been talking throughout the day with Stephanie about her car situation.  Mimi's been working on setting up automatic payments for our various bills, and I've been working on the itinerary.  I have a basic country list completed, and now I'm looking up each country to see if they require a tourist visa for entry.  The Caribbean is wide open, no visas required.  South America is pretty much traveler-friendly.  Africa is going to be difficult ...visa ...visa ...visa ...everywhere!