I Went to Visit the Man in Black

“Come in,” he says. “I know you're hurting.
Take a seat. We'll reminisce and have some
Laughs. You've done alright. Remember
All the wild years, the constant movement,
Feints and failures, idleness and cold
Apartments, nights of drunken revelry?
Remember loves which turned out right,
And long trips through the wilderness,
The brooding forests, rushing streams,
The waves which crashed upon the beaches
In the sunshine, in the rain, the epic drives,
The trips abroad? Remember packing up
The kids to take them to a swimming pool
To watch them giggle in the water as
You dozed or gazed and dreamed as
Adolescents capered by? Remember
Writing poetry, and reading it, and,
Through it, being taken to such lovely
Places? Art museums! Great cathedrals!
Movie theaters and farmers' markets,
Crowded city streets! You smile. You
Know that I am right. You've lived
A very pleasant life, so why conclude
It filled with pain? Why don't you
Come with me?”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-30 at 15:44

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