This is how it always ends


(and always)





we are


LOVE . . .

this happens










a long







it always does


i don’t



(Jim Wortham, January 1, 2023)

Am I Happy, Unhappy or Feeling Numb?

these days

it’s difficult to put an emotion

on my feelings

my health has taken a turn

doctors don’t have answers

my food is my friend — like

sardines (I cut the tails off before eating)

i select different types of crackers

making sardines tastier / / /

Mornings —

two cups of coffee with


while swallowing meds & vitamins

i see “balance of nature” vitamins

on tv advertising — the ads

almost guarantee one will feel

30 years younger or more —

guess what ?

no such luck

i’ve gone back

to cheaper vitamins i buy online

i also eat cheese — lots of cheese

with pickled boiled eggs

with a tad bit of black pepper

& hot sauce

makes for a good meal / / /

i’m trying to lose a few pounds

i’m told to exercise but i think

that’s a dirty word, isn’t it?

ok, i will walk, yes . . .

i’ll walk from the parking lot


where i shop at a store

yesterday i had energy —

enough to go to “dollar tree”

i bought cleaning supplies

i won’t bother you with the kinds or brands

i have a friend who brings me goodies

various kind of adult drinks in bottles

& diet drinks (name brand drinks)

he’s a good man

a really good man to be so kind to me

a long time ago i stopped buying

bottled water — is drinking tap water

from the water company so bad ?

my days are spent

reading books

sometimes watching TV

(but not much anymore)

i can’t seem to find any good things

to watch these days

books are my pleasure

oh, how i remember so many years ago

when i wrote and published

love poetry books

& traveled throughout the states

giving poetry readings at universities

& afterwards, being treated to wine & cheese

& other goodies to eat

by the facility

with students asking to talk

and hang around with me

yes, those were the good days

when book sales allowed me to

buy cars and a cabin beside a pond

and dine wherever my friends

wanted to eat

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >

i’ll write more later

thanks for visiting me today


(Jim Wortham, December 14, 2022)

Published on WordPress —

Time . . . you are rushing me — TOO FAST!

years pass

i can’t stop them

i look up the ages

when my friends passed

i’m not there


but time won’t stop

i beg time to slow down

but it only rushes

some reason

i think i won’t be here

for long ///

after contracting the covid virus

long term covid set in

i have no energy

i sit

most of the time

not wanting to eat

not wanting to leave home

not wanting to

call anyone on the phone

the covid may be the cause

as i am in the high risk group

let’s see if

i make it one more year

maybe i’ll keep a journal

just put a few lines a day–

i have the energy for 2 lines / / /

i read slowly these days

i’ve stopped writing

poetry & prose

i doubt if anyone

reads this

(Jim Wortham, December 12, 2022

Depression is knocking on my door for a place to live

it’s december


depression keeps knocking


“your parents are dead

your brother is dead

friends are dying —

let me be your friend now”

depression tells me

“get ready for your

time of departure

it could be anytime”

i try not to let

depression come in


this year is different

depression keeps knocking

at my door

day and night

(Jim Wortham, December 11, 2022)

I did not know you wanted to date me

if I had known

i would have

called & we would enjoy

laughter, kisses and

days filled with fun

i never knew you

thought of me

i thought

your beauty was for other guys

like sports players

guys with fancy cars

i had low self esteem

still do

i wish i had known

you sometimes looked

at me and sent mental thoughts

for me to call

for an evening out

(Jim Wortham, December 9, 2022)

Autumn is gone– life is almost complete

It’s time

i move on

my colors have fallen

like the leaves

long term covid

had stripped me

i have

stopped eating

can’t sleep

no energy

doctors don’t know


answers ///

i lose weight

i sleep late

and of course

don’t care about

about politics

it never matters–

the promises are broken


the last few leaves

are falling today


my energy will

be no more

it’s unusual to feel

losing the race

even those who

know me —

i feel

i turned off

they snap at me

if i say something

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

the good book

says there is a

time for everything


i know what

everything means

i think winter is coming

and as snow


it will be my

time to



(by Jim Wortham, November 6, 2022)

Thanks for the dance

i went to dances in high school

i danced

with anyone who said “yes”

i went to local schools

(girls at other schools

did not know

how shy i was during that time)

then college happened —

i never found

the perfect partner

then after college

i visited

dance clubs

& country clubs

with dance nights

to meet someone


to date —

time passes

and tonight i’m thinking about

all who i danced with —

i didn’t show

enough appreciation

for the lovely dances

+ + + + + + + + + + + +

now is better than never

if you and i danced

once upon a time

thank you,

thank you,

thank you!

+ + + +

and if

we meet again

“may i have another dance?”

and if we have never danced

and you see me


ask me for a dance

i promise to

thank you for your dance

(Jim Wortham, September 26, 2022)

Death, please don’t awaken me when it’s my turn

this feeling . . .

it’s more than my thoughts

i don’t wake up as i once did

now sleeping until 11:30 a.m.

or noon

before i want to begin the day

not hungry

breakfast is a liquid meal replacement

whichever is cheapest at stores

caught covid three times

long term covid symptoms are

bringing my energy



& really down/

as i drink my liquid breakfast/lunch

i read books by my former friends —

who all were

striving to become famous authors

they passed on

to the next

forever adventure

(dear writer friends

how are you doing up there)

i wait in line–

wait my turn


is slowly leaking

& dripping

it must happen

it always does for all

i had so many plans during youthful years

youth–where did you go

old age–why are you coming

death, don’t bother to greet me

don’t knock on my door

let me asleep

when you visit

(Jim Wortham, September 21, 2022)

I am losing weight –will you be my friend now?

Many reading this are like me

–just a tad bit overweight

should i say 50 pounds–if

i say i need to lose 65 pounds or more

will you delete me as a friend?

don’t unfriend me yet

i already lost 2 pounds over 3 months

losing weight is slow going

especially when people visit

and leave ice cream, cookies,

cakes, pies and goodies like that

however losing 2 pounds is a start

ain’t it

even if it takes a few months

think about how slim i’ll look

in 25 more years if i lose 2 pounds

every few months

i’ll have my slim high school figure back

and will get invitations to be friends

once again

(i think i have 2 or 3 friends i see from time to time–

in my hay day i actually had 7 friends)

you ask what i do these days

i don’t work a job

i’m trying my best to live from book royalties

i’ve written books since age 19 —

i always self-published them

& it is true that i would go knocking on doors

down all the streets i could walk down

and ask them if they would like to

buy an autographed book or two?

i’m almost there again–

not enough of my books are being sold on

internet book sites so

i’ll need to put my

cleanest dirty clothes

and go door to door

with a big grin, and

give them a chance to by

a book or two or more

from a real author (that would be me)

i’m sharing too much

with you ain’t i ?

let’s go back to the weight discussion

will i sell more books up and down the streets

if i loose a few more pounds ?

may lose an additional 3 or 6 pounds ?

should i wear a cool hat

(that i got from a goodwill store) ?

and put myself in a special league

with the likes of singers bob dylan

and leonard cohen

you know

something that will separate me

from the average joe

i’ll keep you updated

with my progress

i only need to sell 2 books a day

to pay for my food

(i buy my food at dollar stores)

i drive an old car (paid for)

somewhere around 15 years old

and my poetry shack was

deeded to me from a friend

with no family

yes, my clothes– they are all from the goodwill

or salvation army stores

(I go to the one dollar sales racks)

well, enough of me for today

thanks for visiting

sending you love and prayers

and all good things

(Jim Wortham, September 20, 2022)

PS: remember money won’t buy you love —

i don’t know who wrote that

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