Some More Poems by Joe

I wrote my first poem in two thousand two
When I turned sixty, what else could I do
To relieve the pain of a Trade Center view
Which, while at work, made me then my life rue?

It started one night on the train going home
When I took paper and wrote my first poem,
Trying to block mem'ries that made me moan,
Of buildings that fell, crushing flesh and bone.

While the train rumbled from station to station,
The poems poured forth as if taking dictation;
But the poems I wrote were not tragic or sad,
Maybe because I needed to be glad.

They were mostly about my mom and my dad,
Stories so funny I felt like a cad
Telling how mom would relieve her frustration
On dad like in a sitcom situation.

With time other poems came forth with galore
On subjects that blossomed into so much more
That they filled a first book, "Some Poems By Joe,"
With More In This Tome That I Hope You'll Love so.



Joe Perrone