Thursday, October 1, 2020


Poem #15

This poem just wants attention

It’s a cry for help

A midlife crisis

An ill-advised Facebook post

It rhymes like a leased corvette

Alliterates like an olive skinned mistress.

This poem speaks 

To lost years

To missed connections

To unfinished works

To not working hard enough

To working too much.

This poem should

Have been crumpled up

And lit on fire

Or shoved in a bin

With all the memories

Of things I should have been.

Or heaved into the wind

For neighbors to find

Like messages in bottles bobbing ashore.

Instead it will die online

Read by only one,

Marking the point 

Of departure from young

To old from

Me to you

From this life

To our next.


1 comment:

Oldfoolrn said...

Don't are a mere youngster!