Not the Man He Was
The saga continues. Our hero, now aged, sits down to a meal
Of reheated chicken. He dips it in Peri Peri sauce. Afterward,
He puts his plate in the sink and heads for a closet in search
Of a blanket. Quickly, he finds one, then sits in a chair, spreading
The blanket over his body. He closes his eyes, and soon is asleep,
Forcing his readers to this grim conclusion: the pace
Of the saga has slowed.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2025-12-03 at 19:53
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