Monday 16 September 2019

A Poem a Day (105): Malcolm


Malcolm

It all comes down to you,
And a number, often forgotten,
Ever revised.

But you brought it along,
Paid for its keep, treasured it,
Almost fed it like a pet.

Sucking your hopes and breaking your
Bones.

It strayed unpaid while you
Cowed and counted.

A dollar for your dreams?

Old man, can you not afford to pay now?

I can dispel these inadequacies,
Promise a return on your investment ­–
The sky’s the limit, someone said,
But Death won’t forsake you in the end.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 27/September 15, 2019

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