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what would you do?
by Charlie Morganjust as the elevator door closed,
i found my alter ego; he wasn't able
to get on and waited for the next car.
glad we had the talk this morning, he's
always acting-out; he wasn't gonna do that.
yet once again, i ride the elevator alone.
when he settles, i'll talk to him once more;
remind him he's not in college anymore, and
people's feelings are life's turning point.
he grumbles something about being me;
i grimace. he's right and i wince.
all my life he's been the problem.
he points his finger at me, claiming
the very same accusations at me.
the referee sends us to our corners,
with no supper. we schlep away, sad. 06/03/2011 Posted on 06/03/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 06/03/11 at 07:36 PM Tried doing the same thing to the angry little boy who lives in the attic somewhere inside this old house I call a soul...got him to rest, Charlie, but alas, the kid never seems to sleep. Great metaphor, this poem! |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 06/06/11 at 06:11 AM It's always nice to ride that elevator alone...the question is up or down??? (-: MFS |
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