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third place bargain
by Charlie Morganhis world closes in; train tracks,
trestles, switch-gates, engines.
i drift into the woodwork. sated.
though yearning for his spotlight.
take my ticket-stub of third-place
and settle begrudgingly into Nothingness.
awaiting his eyes of wonderment, pleasure;
suppose i'll wait 'til his daddy and he
get it put together, and like a Genie,
Poof!, my face becomes keyboard-grin
and fills his eyes. no vacancy!
his head: full of Papaw and trains.
now it's as it should be. 05/17/2009 Posted on 05/17/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/17/09 at 06:15 PM I dearly love this one Chaz. I have lived these words exactly with my Logan, train track and all. The only difference,
"his head: full of Nana and trains.
now it's as it should be."
Straight into my favorites. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/17/09 at 06:20 PM and... have you ever thought about it, God loves grandparents best, you know. He goes to a lot of trouble making good babysitters for grandchildren, aka parents. ~;-> |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/17/09 at 07:50 PM I have a feeling you've been down the road. A lot of wonderful quick wit and insight into this. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 05/18/09 at 04:07 PM I see this exact sentiment with my dad...who can't stand it if his grandchildren aren't playing with him...always yearning for their spotlight...and I adore this piece... |
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