Understanding Me

No one.  I tell you.

No one understands me.

I could be wrong but then

again, I'm right.  It's my life.

I conduct this here train. 

Riding a locomotive past 

legal speed of 1,000,000.

Those numbers won't 

register and my life sure

don't when nothing adds up.

Do you understand me now? 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't want to be negative. I have six sisters, three daughters and a wive. I don't understand one. Women. A combination of many things. I learn what my Grandfather did. Stay silence and don't complain. Woman can be testy or sweet? Thank you dear Roxane for the entertaining poem. Make me think and smile. My dear wife is working in her garden at 9 pm. I say nothing and read your work.
Coyote

[ROXANE DORSEY]

Us women, greatness. thanks for the kind review.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, i have had this feeling...like i missed my stop several thousand miles back...and am on the train to nowhere...
maybe for many poets it is like that...we are misunderstood...or at least feel we are.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

THANKS FOR THE KIND REVIEW AND READ.