Supernumerary

I find that I'm superfluous.  That doesn't
Bother me at all.  My daughter's
Comandeered the pool.  She's 35.  Her
Friends have come.  No longer needy
Children, they, in fact, have children
Of their own, and they've brought their
Own food and toys.  The pool is full
And all the chairs have asses in them.
There's not room for some old guy,
Who has no catching up to do.  Exiled
To my living room, I feel my eyelids
Growing heavy.  What the hell;
I'll take nap.  I doubt that anyone will
Notice.  I'm superfluous.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-08-14 at 21:48

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
A common feeling Lawrence; but why don't you just go down there stark bollock naked and do a cannon ball into the pool; that should get them attentive - but not necessarily in a good way!
2022-08-15