The Warm Glow of Reflected Glory

I don't know who's more pitiful, my
Neighbor, Ed, or me. He's in his
House on his computer, searching
Records, hoping he will find somebody
Famous he can string up in his family
Tree, a president, a general, a medieval
Nobleman with serfs who worked his
Vast estate until their bondage was
Undone, and, if he finds someone
Like that, then Ed will tell himself
He isn't nothing. He'll be greater
Than his neighbor, who's so worthless
He's uninterested in his family tree.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-06-29 at 23:04

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