poem

this was suppose to be

a haiku but i am not smart enough

so it isn't*

 

*I got this thought as I worked in my office cubical that there is nothing but life and death. Here I am this old guy, with 7 stents in his heart, and taking nitro, and lying that "I am fine" so I can keep my job because i dont make enough to retire.....working  until i just tip over clutching my shirt, on the sidewalk some saturday on the way to the post office.

 

so when do i have all of those deep thoughts you are supposed to have when you get old?

 

Reviews

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. ah, brilliant ... you're the quintessential poet ... you write words that make one reflect ... about life ... about time ... and all else that life and time encompass ...

[Ed Hart]

this is great