My Name Is Joe

My Name Is Joe prose poem

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Hello my name is Joe,
I’m from planet Earth.
I opened my eyes one day and found myself there.
Where I was before I do not know.
They taught me stuff, made me go to school.
To keep alive I found a job then passed on my genes.
I’m getting old now and I’m slowing down.
Soon I will close my eyes and be moving on.
Where I go next I do not know.
But I know it will be someplace else,
my dreams told me so.
Perhaps we’ll meet again.

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Raghavendran Ramachandra Rao

What happens to most human beings, you have narrated in an interesting way. As you have said, we may perhaps meet on this website sometime later, but neither can positively say when.

Sumit Ganguly

A completely new angle of vision.


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