 |
| Have A Nice Day |
I worked my way to the back
It wasn't a pretty sight
It wasn't how I imagined it
Right after the gory fight
Saw him by the corner
A bandage to his head
Busted right open minutes earlier
Could use a hospital bed
'Mick' I said
'Could I have a word?'
'What are you doing here?'
'This isn't how you were.'
'Look son' he shot right back
'I have seen a lot worse'
'I had to battle my way to the top'
'and this isn't such a bad curse'
'But mick' I interject
'Is this what you had in mind?'
'Is this how you want to end it all'
'after that painful thirty year grind?'
He smirked through that handsome beard
And flipped his hair to one side
The gash oozed a fresh scarlet trickle
While he proceeded to confide
'They can take away my millions'
'They can take away my pride'
'They can crack me open, beat me down'
'and I might even have cried'
Those hazel eyes burnt into me
as he went on to say
'Unless they can take away my identity'
'I'll live to fight another day'
May 2013.
A simple poem.
No comments:
Post a Comment