Recollections Of K K
by Philip F De Pinto
The actual one and not
One of the legion who were
Dressed up for the occasion.
I recall this kid sitting on my lap
And he saying, all he wants for Christmas
is eternal life.
Which would have been quite
The enterprise to stuff in his
Stocking. Nevertheless I obliged.
I recall this same kid,
If you could call him a kid,
Returning eons later,
More haggard and more humble
And infinitely less ambitious than I remember,
Who tells me, hey K K, after careful and lengthy consideration,
I sit on your lap today to say, nix eternal life
And give me the other option!
Having taken stock
And tasting eternity a bit,
He wished for nothing of the kind,
But that I stuff his X'mas sock with dying
In his sleep, if I could arrange it
With the reaper?
It seems eternal slumber
Was more his speed,
Which nevertheless will be quite
The enterprise to stuff in his stocking.
Posted on 12/18/2013
Copyright © 2023 Philip F De Pinto
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 12/18/13 at 03:23 PM|
Oh how I have wished for the same on more than one occasion but time passes and I walk back into life to see what yet will come. Good write Philip.
|Posted by Linda Fuller on 12/19/13 at 01:53 AM|
When I was a kid, I used to get an artichoke in my stocking every year, along with Dr Seuss books and much too much other stuff, being an only adopted child. What sounds good to me now is eternal dreamful slumber, hold the nightmares. Will settle for coal. Quite enjoyed this, Philip.
|Posted by Gail Wolper on 12/27/13 at 09:06 PM|
darkly brilliant, however did you think of this?