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.
10/1/20
1 comment:
Don't fret...you are a mere youngster!
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