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life lesson
by Charlie Morganmonths of fluvia explode into bright lights;
a flight begins as he taxis to the uterus,
then greets flourescence; white, shiny, cold.
his life-cord cut so he can now breathe;
his mom's been in labor. his has begun.
from pre-K to a bullet, his pendulum.
first letters, first numbers, first toy.
the learning-life is filled with giggles;
the later-life filled with death.
he learns to manipulate his mom, dad,
numbers, words, other people. death.
unless he gets the lessons mixed. 11/09/2010 Posted on 11/09/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/09/10 at 01:22 PM From zero to whenever we never know when it will come to us. But death does come to us all. So it's what we make of it from zero to.... Thanks for reminding us Charlie. |
| Posted by David Hill on 11/10/10 at 04:12 PM I like this very much. The last line is particularly smart, and painfully true. |
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