David Smith
David Smith writes poetry, songs, stories, makes videos for YouTube and has 2 songs in a music publishing company.
STORY
AA (February 23, 2018)
Today I have to make a decision. I searched all of my hiding places and didn’t find any. I was sure I had one in one of them. I was feeling desperate and very sad. I needed just a taste to get me by.
There were no soft ones, some were almost there, another day or two and they’d be ready. But I couldn’t wait, I couldn’t stand the pain any longer and I made the call.
The lady who answered was very nice and understanding. She’d been through the same predicament herself. She gave me several options and we talked for hours.
Towards the end of our session, she told me to check my areas again. I went to the bag that was in the darkness of the closet first. I was overjoyed to find one ready, it felt like a miracle had happened. I thanked her and told her I’d love to hug her. She said she was always available for a hug.
I decided right then to become a member. The dues were affordable and there was always someone available either by phone or in person at their various locations. It was also good to know there were people out there just like me. I felt great relief knowing I had someone to help me at any time day or night.
I’m now part of an organization called Avocadoes Anonymous.
copyright 2018
Today I have to make a decision. I searched all of my hiding places and didn’t find any. I was sure I had one in one of them. I was feeling desperate and very sad. I needed just a taste to get me by.
There were no soft ones, some were almost there, another day or two and they’d be ready. But I couldn’t wait, I couldn’t stand the pain any longer and I made the call.
The lady who answered was very nice and understanding. She’d been through the same predicament herself. She gave me several options and we talked for hours.
Towards the end of our session, she told me to check my areas again. I went to the bag that was in the darkness of the closet first. I was overjoyed to find one ready, it felt like a miracle had happened. I thanked her and told her I’d love to hug her. She said she was always available for a hug.
I decided right then to become a member. The dues were affordable and there was always someone available either by phone or in person at their various locations. It was also good to know there were people out there just like me. I felt great relief knowing I had someone to help me at any time day or night.
I’m now part of an organization called Avocadoes Anonymous.
copyright 2018
POEMS
Sacrifice (December 18, 2015)
I’ve got irons in the fire
They’re cooking up real slow
Once the right one is ready
I’ll be good to go
I’ve been chasing a dream
Trying to make it pay
Sometimes it’s not easy
Living from day to day
People they have told me
You’re dreaming your life away
Get out and get a real job
Something with steady pay
I’ve been there and done that
Working the nine to five
Every day punching a time clock
Barely feeling alive
I’ve been told I’m a loser
I’ll never get anywhere
I can’t help what’s inside me
The way they all compare
I’ve always tried to be different
Not like anyone else
I’ve got to travel my own road
To see what my life holds
What I’m doing isn’t easy
I’ve had to sacrifice
My choices aren’t always perfect
I’ve had to pay the price
Humans can be so critical
They can be so cruel
I close my ears and don’t listen
I have my own set of rules
copyright 2015
I’ve got irons in the fire
They’re cooking up real slow
Once the right one is ready
I’ll be good to go
I’ve been chasing a dream
Trying to make it pay
Sometimes it’s not easy
Living from day to day
People they have told me
You’re dreaming your life away
Get out and get a real job
Something with steady pay
I’ve been there and done that
Working the nine to five
Every day punching a time clock
Barely feeling alive
I’ve been told I’m a loser
I’ll never get anywhere
I can’t help what’s inside me
The way they all compare
I’ve always tried to be different
Not like anyone else
I’ve got to travel my own road
To see what my life holds
What I’m doing isn’t easy
I’ve had to sacrifice
My choices aren’t always perfect
I’ve had to pay the price
Humans can be so critical
They can be so cruel
I close my ears and don’t listen
I have my own set of rules
copyright 2015
IN THIS WORLD (November 28, 2014)
A young man walking down the road
There’s no one to help him carry his load
But himself
So many people pass him by, they see him cry
But they only care about
Themselves
If people showed a little more sympathy
There might be a lot less misery
In this world
copyright 1991
reprinted from The Political Needle, Volume 10, 1991
THE OL’ COWBOY (November 28, 2014)
I passed an old vaquero in the street
He was having a hard pull on a cigareete
He looked at me as I drove by
I could see the cowboy in his eyes
His face was so wrinkled and brown
I knew that was from the California sun
His blue eyes sparkled in his face
I could see in them he’d seen a lot of space
The ol’ cowboy has his memories
I could see some of them in his eyes
His younger days were full of adventure
He’d spent so many years in Mother Nature
Ridin’ a horse before he could walk
Sittin’ in a saddle before he could talk
Pushing cattle on a southern California rancho
Ridin’ on his trusty old caballo
He made his own ropes they weren’t store bought
He’d learned as a child and never forgot
He was thin as a rail although he didn’t look frail
He’d grown old now but he could still tell a tale
He’d wrestled down bulls for brandin’
Broke wild horses for so many vaqueros
At one time and another he was a hero
To every boy who’d attended a rodeo
The ol’ cowboy had his memories
I could see some of them in his eyes
His younger days were full of adventure
He’d spent so many years in Mother Nature
His blue eyes gleamed and sparkled again
As I said Buenos Dias to him
Maybe he was surprised to hear me speak Spanish
I said it to him on a whim
He still kept his hat very clean
I could see it was old but well taken care of
He wore old beat up Levi’s and cowboy boots
They were all part of his lifelong roots
The wildness of the land had changed
Not necessarily for the better
He’d seen so many people crowding in
Too many homes building higher
I looked at him in the mirror
As I drove down the street
He was still looking at me
Still smoking his cigareete
The ol’ cowboy has his memories
I could see some of them in his eyes
His younger days were full of adventure
He’d spent so many years in Mother Nature
copyright 2014
A young man walking down the road
There’s no one to help him carry his load
But himself
So many people pass him by, they see him cry
But they only care about
Themselves
If people showed a little more sympathy
There might be a lot less misery
In this world
copyright 1991
reprinted from The Political Needle, Volume 10, 1991
THE OL’ COWBOY (November 28, 2014)
I passed an old vaquero in the street
He was having a hard pull on a cigareete
He looked at me as I drove by
I could see the cowboy in his eyes
His face was so wrinkled and brown
I knew that was from the California sun
His blue eyes sparkled in his face
I could see in them he’d seen a lot of space
The ol’ cowboy has his memories
I could see some of them in his eyes
His younger days were full of adventure
He’d spent so many years in Mother Nature
Ridin’ a horse before he could walk
Sittin’ in a saddle before he could talk
Pushing cattle on a southern California rancho
Ridin’ on his trusty old caballo
He made his own ropes they weren’t store bought
He’d learned as a child and never forgot
He was thin as a rail although he didn’t look frail
He’d grown old now but he could still tell a tale
He’d wrestled down bulls for brandin’
Broke wild horses for so many vaqueros
At one time and another he was a hero
To every boy who’d attended a rodeo
The ol’ cowboy had his memories
I could see some of them in his eyes
His younger days were full of adventure
He’d spent so many years in Mother Nature
His blue eyes gleamed and sparkled again
As I said Buenos Dias to him
Maybe he was surprised to hear me speak Spanish
I said it to him on a whim
He still kept his hat very clean
I could see it was old but well taken care of
He wore old beat up Levi’s and cowboy boots
They were all part of his lifelong roots
The wildness of the land had changed
Not necessarily for the better
He’d seen so many people crowding in
Too many homes building higher
I looked at him in the mirror
As I drove down the street
He was still looking at me
Still smoking his cigareete
The ol’ cowboy has his memories
I could see some of them in his eyes
His younger days were full of adventure
He’d spent so many years in Mother Nature
copyright 2014