Three LivesA Poem by John3
THREE LIVES
Inked in the skin a heart, a name, A memorable year: Such confidence when we were young, The words, the numbers clear; Now we are old, the body shows A precarious smear. At least, thank God, the rutting heart Has left the cradle bare. The words, the gifts, the promises Produced no spiffing heir To seek and find a brave new world With which they hoped to share. *** I am surplus. What are you? A thing to lie around, Without a name, a use, a point, Like stone upon the ground. Or less than stone for stones don't sigh While switching what for who, Or turn in such a way to watch The disappearing blue. *** Breathing beyond memory In a space without a sense, Here, where ever here is, A weight, a life, a presence. © 2023 JohnReviews
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