A pile of raked leaves with no child to jump into them
A pet with no one to love
An elderly couple with no one to give to
A house that is not a home
An apple tree with no one to eat its fruit
A secluded path through an autumn forest with no lovers to walk it
A president without a brain
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Jerry Brotherton 
Love it!
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Thank you Linda for stopping by and commenting. I must try to write something more positive next time.
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Sardonic, bitter, and sad. Truly felt and expressed, Jerry.
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Jerry, you show so many wasted riches and build a very sad picture.
Deeply and beautifully written.
Miriam
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I thank you for the visit and comment. Wouldn’t it be a wonderful place if I had nothing to write about.
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All sad and wasted things…especially our sad, wasted president without a brain
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I hate to be the spreader of FAKE NEWS so I stand corrected. Some of the people I know have told me that he does indeed have a brain…but it only functions at the 3 year old level on those rare occasions when he uses it. We must make sure we are reporting the facts only. I sure don’t want the Trumpeters to egg my house or build a wall across my driveway.
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All sad :-( to me.
Excellent, Jerry!
Yes, all wasted things.
And, yet, all have a solution. :-)
Even the last one…maybe the Wizard of Oz could give Donald Scarecrow a brain?!?! Then, again, Donald’s body might reject it. You know, after never having to deal with a brain for the past 71 years.
HUGS!!! :-)
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While he is at it maybe he can give the Orange Man a heart, some real hair, a personality, common sense, …
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Ooh…we’re asking a lot of the Wizard!
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oh my gosh, I so did not see that coming, and I admit, laughed out loud.
When fact truly is stranger than fiction!
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If I could just make this stuff up, it might be a number 1 best seller.
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No kidding!!
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That last line catches you unawares Jerry. I was laughing out loud. A good mix of poignancy and satire in your poem.
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Thanks Davy, Glad you liked it.
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It’s such a sad poem. And then there is the President without a brain which is well, sad fate.
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