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Living In My Car

It wasn't planned or by design, But, somehow it worked out just fine. My bank account was fairly high. I lost my job and said goodbye To all the things that tied me down. I sold my house without a frown. Got rid of almost everything. Could hear my spirit start to sing. Packed up my clothes and old guitar, And started living in my car. The city never held my heart, Was just a game, I played my part. Said, "see you later," to my friends. One story starts, another ends. I filled my tank and hit the road, Without a care and nothing owed. The pages opened up for me, 'Till freedom's all that I could see. Just followed notions and a star, And cherished living in my car. My clock was sunset and the dawn, It's all that I relied upon. I'd sleep by streams and sometimes share, The forest with whatever's there. Nights silence was a welcome change. My thoughts would soar to places strange. I blended in with natures plan. Just me and God and my sedan. I learned of life and journeyed far, When I was living in my car.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 12/1/2020 8:06:00 PM
I really liked this one
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Date: 12/1/2020 5:17:00 PM
I enjoy the real-life attitude in your writing, Robert. This piece would make a good song.
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Date: 2/14/2016 12:48:00 PM
beautiful poem
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Date: 2/14/2016 11:30:00 AM
Outstanding...
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Date: 2/14/2016 10:27:00 AM
better than the rat race , enjoyed the poem set me free stephen
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Date: 2/12/2016 5:23:00 AM
I hope I have the rating score the right way round! I loved this poem. Beautifully written. It flowed so nicely and conjured lovely images.
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Date: 2/8/2016 2:22:00 AM
This wonderful poem lifted my heart Robert. I loved your story and how beautifully this poem flowed. I must fave this gem! Aloha, Connie
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Date: 6/19/2014 8:45:00 AM
Robert You must have had the greatest time and best adventures ever. And memories to last for years and years. Thank you for the nice comment on my Path Of Hate poem.
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Robert Nehls
Date: 6/22/2014 3:00:00 AM
Thanks, Robin. Your comments are always welcome. I am grateful for these kind of experiences and always return with a greater appreciation of life. You are very kind.... Robert.
Date: 6/8/2014 6:37:00 PM
Wow, Robert, this must have been a great experience and furnished you with a lot of material--tangible and otherwise--for writing.
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Robert Nehls
Date: 6/9/2014 2:41:00 AM
Thank so much, Faye, for reading this one. Yes those kind of experiences certainly are soul building. The great part is that when returning to the old way of life, I find there is no old way. There is more compassion and love for life, and all that is part of it. I am grateful for the experiences I have had and for God's guidance through it all.....Robert.
Date: 6/6/2014 9:47:00 PM
this is SO cool!!! well, If I had the money to just up and go like that (put all my stuff in storeage first) I would have to get a super comfortable car to sleep in and I'd put tv inside it (wonder if you can get satellite on the road. haha) Awesome title that drew me to this one.
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Robert Nehls
Date: 6/8/2014 8:26:00 AM
Hi Andrea. Thanks for taking a look at this one. That kind of life cannot last forever, but, it certainly does bring a clarity that could not be obtained any other way. If you did have a tv, Well, you might just find it to be a distraction. Your comments are appreciated.....Robert.
Date: 6/3/2014 7:24:00 AM
How many times have I dreamed of doing just that. Each time reality of my family duties stopped me. So great if one has no family duties.. Tremendous write my friend. BBBravo!!!!
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Robert Nehls
Date: 6/3/2014 10:07:00 AM
Thanks so much, Robert. Family duties do get in the way of the vagabond spirit. Your words are well appreciated. Robert

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