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Skeletons Out Of The Closet
by Chris Sorrenti
If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton,
you may as well make it dance.
- George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950)
Let’s let them all out, to dance in the open.
Nothing to hide or fear;
just foot bones clicking happily across hard knock’s linoleum.
Smirk if you like, but soon it’ll be your turn.
And though there’ll always be some with larger skulls;
that’s where the difference begins and ends.
© 1986
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04/05/2013 Posted on 04/05/2013
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/06/13 at 12:20 AM I love it Chris! Of course, the size of the skeleton depends upon the eyes that look upon it. Some look scary but really aren't. It's like the kid that steals a loaf of bread and gets caught and thrown in jail while the white collar manager who steals a large some of money gets parole because he can afford a good lawyer. I've seen it all from both sides. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/06/13 at 04:16 PM I always wondered at those grinning skulls and now I see where they've been - dancing on your linoleum floor. This is clever and insightful, Chris. Thanks! |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 04/08/13 at 07:29 PM I wish I was tech savy and could put graphics with poetry the way you do, and I would let my skeletons dance but they are still too fleshy and alive...must wait a few years for the dust to gather and the bones to jangle...haha. |
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