Not complainin’
i won’t complain no more, no more
you see
only should i say what i have
that so many have not
a modest house
whose roof does not leak
and holds the heat in winter
a rusty car that still runs
and a license to drive it
someone with whom i have shared 40 Years
adult children who care
a body, still somewhat serviceable
enough faculties left to feel what is real,
discern what matters now,
scribble a few poems and stories
i hope my kids will read one day
and the strength given me
to overcome some of my weaknesses
someone said
“I used to cry because i had no shoes,
until i met a man who had no feet”
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
