A Ten Year Elegy
Posted: Sun May 26, 2019 8:30 pm
Father died at seventy-nine,
seventy-one if one counts
remembering the sun—
his too short life
seemed lots of fun.
Handsome as Lucifer, bright
as another morning, big words
spilled with ease from his mouth—
father died at seventy-nine
on an evening after a glass of wine.
One night I found him sitting alone,
weeping. God’s found me out
is all he could muster—
father died at seventy-one,
his too short life seemed lots of fun.
seventy-one if one counts
remembering the sun—
his too short life
seemed lots of fun.
Handsome as Lucifer, bright
as another morning, big words
spilled with ease from his mouth—
father died at seventy-nine
on an evening after a glass of wine.
One night I found him sitting alone,
weeping. God’s found me out
is all he could muster—
father died at seventy-one,
his too short life seemed lots of fun.