Playing The Back Nine

Playing The Back Nine

When it comes to the game of life I ain’t Nicklaus or Woods
in my younger days sometimes I could show I had the goods

Sadly, I have very little to show for my 21,900 days on the greens
no fortune or fame by any means

My poetry is my consolation prize
that I bequeath to the world upon my demise

If it brings a smile or a tear
at least you will know that I was here

Currently in America life is at best Surreal
Sturm und Drang is all I feel

With my words I sound a clarion call
to tear down these mental Racists gates and wall

Either way in my mind
I know I am-Playing The Back Nine

Hussein Ali Hill-Johnson  4/22/18

Hussein’s Featured Publication Page:

Sometimes The Bear Eats You


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