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i don't live here, i just ride a bike
by Charlie Morgani shouldn't be here, yet i don't want to go.
i want to be remembered as a loving, ass of a man;
one that is confused as all false-steps allow;
armed with people who do good things, i am
Don Quixote dressed as Galahad's squire,
attending to all's needs, wishes, desires.
of course, there is no reward.
i look-up intrinsic. hmmmph.
life is a smile; an argument with cross-words,
a deep, lasting hug; a day in the sunshine;
a day in the blue-heavy mist.
Sisyphus would only need to go half-way. yet,
his is conscious of his toil, no hope, only futility,
give him a joy, for such is life: hopeless, yet good.
09/29/2011 Posted on 09/29/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jennifer Truesdale on 09/29/11 at 03:59 PM this is amazing!! i cannot say another word about it as it wouldn't bring it any justice. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/29/11 at 09:42 PM Ahhhhh, Charlie...you've done it again with your one-of-a-kind style!! I'm quoting you on my FB page, just so you know. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 09/30/11 at 03:09 AM Chaz, this poem is a gem--just like you are, sir! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 09/30/11 at 01:26 PM I'm taking this with me on my bike ride this morning. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 09/30/11 at 05:43 PM Charlie- as always, you tell things the way they are. Great piece- thanks |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/30/11 at 08:39 PM You snagged me at "armed with people who do good things, i am
Don Quixote dressed as Galahad's squire,"
Oh,you so good at yore wud craft!
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| Posted by David Maurice on 10/01/11 at 02:30 AM It almost sounds like a reckoning, of sorts. Lovely use of of language, sir. |
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