At This Point, I'm Just a DistractionThere was a time when you made me feel
As if I was important. You don't anymore.
I know, your life is much busier now. While
I still wander aimlessly past all the towers
And bars on the streets between my place
And yours, and I pause at that park by
The market to gaze at the ships in the bay
And the mountains beyond, you are no
Longer idly waiting for me to arrive at
Your door. You are lashed to a chair
In your once-empty bedroom, facing
Your bosses, your equals, and clients
By means of some software. You're
Paying your way and advancing, it seems.
I keep going in circles, while you've grown
So distant you see no importance in me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2021-09-30 at 01:43
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