I'm a writer (aren't we all), 50 years old. I was writing in my 20's but dried up. I never wrote again until only recently. What inspired me to be creative again?
I became Homeless.
Alcohol and drugs.
will do it every time.
But now, I'm sober!
Things are so much better now.
Even got my wife back.
(got her front too)
And it's time to live.
The written word - saved me.
Not to mention cold hard terror.
My shelter from the cold,
and the pain,
Of living on the street?
LOVE.
Love Love Love
Love is all you need.
XXXXXXOOOXXXXXX
I'm glad you stopped by.
I know you must be busy.
Not too busy I hope.
For a Beat
from the street.
Remember now, these are my words
so do not eat them.
r.d. eckart
P.S. Of course I gotta home now. So come on in. Drop by anytime. Except today of course. I'm busy writing a poem.
BY THE WAY:; The photo was taken around 1962 I think. I'm the little guy on daddies lap. Dads name is Edward Charles Eckart - left this world Nov. 11, 1985.
The lady in the photo is my mother, Sophie Elby Eckart - Left this world Aug. 29, 1990.
Next to my mother is my brother Robert Charles (Bob) Eckart
Front row L to R
My brother Vince (RIP)
My brother William (Bill)
And my brother Victor (Vic)
So now you know.
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