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this life and one more
by Charlie Morganafter the last of anything, there will be
still one more something; how do i know?
i watched it happen all my life, well,
not all my life; 63 years'll prove my point.
i see most of the faces are hungry; for more:
more food, more drink, more sex and in possession
of an intractable infusion of worth, dignity;
and venture out, in search of meaning. alas.
if reality could be dealt with honestly, balance
would be equal; teeter, totter, left, right. entropy.
so the hunt is on for a familiar face; expectant
glances. all beckoning, "is this seat taken."
i eat life's displeasure with a long-handled
shiny spoon; fine lines exist; find and fine.
when i go to the doctor, will he find something?
or will i be fine? this life and one more.
05/13/2010 Posted on 05/13/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe David on 05/16/10 at 08:22 PM Transitions are forever present. Is this seat taken...indeed. Went by my/your office on my last day and the door was shut, both physically and metaphysically. We have both said goodbye to it. Glad to see you are still exercising that brilliant mind and sharing the poetic outcome with us lesser mortals. I miss you a lot. |
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