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me first. time, third.
by Charlie Morgan
alot of i s in me try to be one.
such is vainglory, an Occam's razor
of slicing the meaning out of each
second, every day, year in year out.
i sit sloppily, type a King novel,
only i kill the monster on Page 1.
twiddle methumbs for answers to who,
what, when, where. and ultimately: so?
leave me alone but don't leave. sitting
bolt-upright in bed one day, is another day.
excitement changes clothes in the corner,
i turn so as to not embarrass her.
i dylan-shrug my scrunched shoulders,
turn up my collar, then stiff the wind.
give my shivers to the universe. stoic.
time's left, so there's me, you: time third.
12/06/2009 Posted on 12/06/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/06/09 at 09:24 PM WOW Charlie, this is great!! I read it and I'm looking in the mirror of life. Maybe that's the answer we are all much more alike than we are different. After all having things is, except for food and shelter, is about as important as where we'll be in another 2000 years. Nice write!! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/06/09 at 10:37 PM Excellent job! You squarely nailed this one! Loved every stanza. |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 12/08/09 at 05:27 AM I like stanza 3 but stanza 4 gets to me! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/08/09 at 07:54 PM The last stanza stands out in my mind as well. Time marches on but we can be impervious to it!
The writer of the Hebrews (Holy Bible) said it--"Today is the day of salvation." It is what we have - just today - have to make the most of it. |
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