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Lexington Poetry Month

Retired

12Jun2019
POEM

I have worn too long 
This mantle of
Waiting

Weighted and pale
Enveloping into invisibleness.
I never learned who I really was.

I am done with 
Disco ball tears
And chandeliers

And hung up my 
Suit of lights.

Lock it away in a museum 
For the gawkers to
Contemplate

I don’t want it anymore.

I am old,
I want to rest.
I can’t remember why
I started this.

All I sacrificed –
Never enough.
Now my children 
On that altar burn

And what was it for?

What was it for?

The final curtain call
The lights go out.
Singer sits in his own silence.

No one remembers 
I was here.


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