SHE SAID "SAVE YOURSELF" SHE SAID

SHE SAID "SAVE YOURSELF" SHE SAID

A Poem by Glen Fitch

  

    My friend,
        if you mean save my mortal soul
            before the pass/fail test
                when I decay
            for pre-paid bliss
            or face the heated hole.
        I'll run the risk.
            I'm Sorry,
        I won't play.
    Or do you mean
        I ought to hoard my goods to barter
            in the market of the tough?
        Or how I should survive
            the world of shoulds?
                Addictions say
                    there never is enough.
    Or do you mean
        I ought to bide my time,
            as if I am a resource to conserve,
                for all too soon
                    I will be past my prime?
        I doubt if I am worthy
            to preserve.
        Do I need rescuing?
            It's plain to see
        That no one's saving me,
            my friend, but me.

© 2008 Glen Fitch


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This was great. Deep and ingenious. I will have to read this one again (and again, and again).

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Glen Fitch
Glen Fitch

Monterey, CA



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