Truer
words have never been spoken
Or
broken
And
if you don’t believe me
Just
ask Bob or Neil
When
they’re in the mood to share and dispense some hard fought wisdom.
She
was standing by the river
I
envisioned pushing her in and then jumping in to save her,
But
I never learned to swim or feel remorse
So
I decided what’s even the point
When
old dogs learning new tricks is such a worn down and shaggy dog cliché.
And
you never really understood me
Not
even when you were nineteen and I was 36
And
you sat on my lap in the basement of that bookstore in that college town.
Your
buttocks so firm as you looked into my unemployed eyes
Wondering
if I’d ever get my shit together.
And
we fight like the dickens when we believe our life is coming to an end
Most
of the time though we take time for granted like a grandparent we only visit when
it suits us and we have a birthday coming up.
God
may be a concept in which we measure our pain, but I’d hate to be on the wrong
side of the barrel when everything finally comes to pass and The Everlasting Man returns to take back
what’s rightfully his.
Charles Cicirella
6/17/16
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