Sunday, April 16, 2017

mod. poem1 Vanish



Paul Glottaman "Praise my altruism."
I have waited my entire life
to disappear when a truck rolls
by in front of me.
One day I will vanish.
I'll be gone and no one will
ever know of my exploits after
my stage exit. No one will ever know
because when the truck is gone
so will I be.

I want to fix this small world
we share. Dig out all of it's tiny
problems and overblown drama.
Work so hard to help, educated help.
Thanks, doing the right thing.
Praise the altruism.

But the truck already rolled by.
No one will ever know.
The job will be done.