Looking Ahead

Trust me, darling. Should you die,
I'll take our savings (mostly yours)
Somewhere below the equator,
To Uruguay or Ecuador, and I will
Lead a simple life. I'll put your
Picture on my wall, and spend each
Day upon a beach, and go out
Nights, and drink, as I do now,
Until I've gotten stupid. Afterward,
I'll go to bed, and sleep the drunkard's
Dreamless sleep, and tell whoever
Asks that I am filled with sorrow
That you're dead. They needn't
Know you crabbed, and caviled
At each word I ever said, and, in
No way, was satisfied with those
Around you, where we lived.
Some, when widowed, are quite
Sad. I'll never say I'm not.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-07 at 23:42

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