Keeping Up Appearances

I fake complacency. My circumstances
Warrant it. The yard is lush. Late summer's
Come, and noisome plants like nettles blossom.
All the world is beautiful, and warm, which
Means that I can do my dozing outside.
I can swim. Because I'm old, and only for
That reason, I receive a check each month.
It forces me to work less hours, giving me
More time to do, in truth, not anything.
I gaze. I doze. I swim. I drink. Sometimes,
I ride the gorgeous, blood red motorcycle
I bought for a song last winter. Life, in other
Words, is good by others' standards. I'm not
Sure. My heart is weak. I don't feel well.
I miss the one who used to love me.
Still, like someone savoring a steak
In a Calcutta slum, someone who's
Found a piece of gristle, I'd look bad
If I complained. I'll seem a better person
If I fake complacency.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-09-12 at 12:41

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Bibek
Sometimes faking complacency is all we could do in life. A wonderful write. A perfect poetic blend of sadness and hopelessness.
2017-09-12