WONDERFUL

You want to pull up stakes and make
a beeline out of dodge, but the old codger
has a score to settle; he tests your resolve
as your spirits wander. Under watchful eyes
your wish for non-existence is granted
and every man, woman and Zuzu is lesser
for it. Your brother dies, as do the guys
on his ship. You weren’t there to save them.
Your mother sees another boarder,
not a son at all. You fall from her grace; losing face.
A bad Martini drives you to drink and in the Nick of time,
a strange angel gets his wings on your dime!
You think you’ve wasted your life with so much to give.
This is the place to be, and the people you need to touch.
Is that asking too much of life?

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

Life / Death Poem

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