part of the unraveling process

part of the unraveling process

A Poem by Philip Gaber

It seems these days, people are more interested in talking about themselves then when listening to anything I have to say.  Now, maybe that’s because what I have to say isn’t all that interesting or isn’t relevant to their lives, or maybe I’ve just been talking to the wrong people.  I realize I’m not the most charismatic guy in the world; if you looked at me at all, it would probably be because you were about to bump into me and if you did happen to bump into me and you were
It seems these days, people are more interested
in talking about themselves
then when listening to anything I have to say.

Now, maybe that’s because what I have to say isn’t
all that interesting or isn’t relevant to their lives, or maybe
I’ve just been talking to the wrong people.

I realize I’m not the most charismatic guy in the world;
if you looked at me at all, it would probably be because
you were about to bump into me
and if you did happen to bump into me
and you were in a particularly charitable frame of mind
you might apologize or excuse yourself.

On the other hand, if you were in a hurry
and on your way to meet a much more substantial person,
you might mutter something angrily under your breath
and question my navigational skills or think I was
just another clumsy daydreamer or drunken vagrant.

Not that being so forgettable is not without its advantages.

For instance, nobody will ever look at me and call me a leader.
Or yearn for any of my belongings.
Or fantasize about what kind of lover I’d be.
Or wonder if I’d make a good husband and father.
Or want to pick a fight with me.
Or pray for my salvation.
Or bargain for my soul.
Or lay their head on my shoulder.
Or recruit me to join an adult softball league.
Or ask me for money.
Or solicit an opinion from me.
Or seek my advice.
Or need me to do anything at all, really,
except maybe get the hell out of their way
so we can both go our separate ways.


© 2024 Philip Gaber


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Philip Gaber
Philip Gaber

Charlotte, NC



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