Epic

I shall examine my life today.
There isn't much to it. This
Shouldn't take long. I sit in
A basement and stare at a
Screen. I read about business,
But do not invest. I read
About politics, nodding my
Head as corruption runs
Rampant and wars never
End in the background.
In foreground, the marketers
Speak, each one insisting
That everything's fine. Things are
Not fine, not there, and not here.
I'm depressed and I'm tired,
Inert and old. I don't want
To be here, but I've nowhere
To go. I've no faith in the future,
In anything, really, except
One young woman, who's
Always away, having grown,
It seems, fearful of sharing
Our love. I work five days
A week at a mind-numbing
Job, and write poems, like
This one, which nobody
Reads. I will shirk all the
Tasks that my wife has
Assigned. While she's gone,
I will be by the side of our
Pool, dozing alone in the
Afternoon heat. There; I am
Finished. I've looked at my life.
Dismal and meaningless,
As I suspected, doing so
Didn't take long.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-06-28 at 14:38

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