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Retrospective (revised)
When I look back upon my lives
I see a monumental waste.
Too many fights, too many wives,
Too many demons never faced,
Too many friendships lost to lies,
Too many drunken days and nights.
My sun's set, it'll never rise.
Now comes the dimming of the lights.
The morning post brings only bills,
The debt collector's at the door.
My seed unneeded nightly spills
On photographs of girls no more.
To help me feel more fatherly
The C.S.A. takes half my dough
For children whom I never see:
Their mother took them years ago.
I wander round my empty flat.
The bedroom where I never sleep
Was never meant to be like that.
I read the birthday cards and weep.
What CD shall I play tonight?
I'll buy some drink, get off my head,
Look to the future, always bright,
But retrospectively I'm dead.
(see: King Lear V.iii.310)
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Comment by: Teri - 2006-09-22 08:48
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Great rhythm here, Robin. I normally hate rhyming poetry because it usually seems forced, but this doesn't - except for one place and that's "I read the birthday cards and weep". Since the narrator says the post brings only bills and he never sees his children, that seemed a little out of place.
Now you're going to make me read King Lear again. :)
Sad sentiments here. I can imagine the ppl who are truly like this, and we pass them every day not knowing. |
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