Note Twenty-Seven

“All the bright precious things fade so fast, and they don't come back.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Note Twenty-Seven

Draft 2

By: Chase L. Currie

 

Daisy told me,

“The precious things fade so fast,”

I thought she was

A fool

Wanted to believe the words to

Be lies

 

They were terrifying

Prophetic

Leaving me to spit and shine

With the fury

Of the little shoeshine boy

At the feet of Cash

As if I was

Shining the shoes of Lucifer himself.