This Time, He Prevails

The years, almost like river water running over
What were jagged stones, have smoothed
The old man's tales. The things he might have,
Could have, done to give tormenters (broadly
Speaking; quite a group, we've come to
Learn) comeuppance he says were done now.
We struggle not to roll our eyes, as we know,
Even in his heyday, he was meekly law-abiding,
Mostly silent, never one to raise his voice or
Make a fuss, a guy who wore a tie into a
Cubicle for thirty years, and, only in his
Living room, buoyed by his kids' loyalty,
Can he drift pleasantly above what still
Are jagged stones.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-09-13 at 12:53

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