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a day's loss
by Charlie Morganthe summer sun punched its time clock;
slipped tomorrow up yesterday's sleeve
blithely walked home from the day's work.
he'd slain no lions, only lambs. slid
into the comfy chair of middle class;
didn't notice the notch he'd slipped.
life's pecking order crescendo peaked
and all that was left were photographs
of when he was important, he counted.
now the face of time had stopped for him;
the inner workings churned along, rusty.
he smiled and wound his grandaddy watch.
he would take the world on: mano y mano;
take life to the ground if need be, win!
stoned with the hope-heavy lottery tickets.
09/22/2008 Posted on 09/22/2008
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Olivia Martin on 09/23/08 at 12:33 AM Stunning beyond the imagination, Charlie. Your words always find a way to transcend the human experience. Thank you. :) |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/23/08 at 10:37 PM Oh, Charlie, that last line was the cherry!!!! |
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