Till Death Do Us Part

This is such a ride. This life. Up and down, from one end to the other, too many tears mixed with the right amount of laughter.

I save the biggest applause for my mistakes.

And for the folks who put up with them.

Especially the women.

Since my mother, they have stood by me.

My grandmother, Mary Murphy.

Aunt Bunny.

Aunt Mary.

Aunt Hazel.

My cousins Paula, Donna, Theresa and Susan. I liked hanging out with them coz they had no macho expectations of me. I did not have to get drunk, stay high, brag or fight.

My sister, Amy, thought I was the funniest guy she ever met.

Till she met funny guys.

I was married for 8 years to Tracy.

One day she told me to leave.

Two years later, we were divorced.

A year later, I met the woman with whom I would live for 13 years.

She was my best friend.

Her name is Janet.

We’re not together anymore.

But she’s still my best friend.

And now I’m thinking about Andrea.

And I’m thinking about Rose.

And those who’d be embarrassed if I mentioned their names.

And, years from now, when my brain is feeble, I will still remember them..every single one.

Because their devotion is as sure as breath.

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About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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