Avenge
Posted by Tel on October 14, 2009
he hobbles into the board room
moving slow as winter breathes
making jokes from door to wall
as he retrieves his measuring tape
to size up things, like picture frames,
this aged volunteer doing good
but i resent him right now
i visualize my own grandpa
the jokes he could have made
had clothos been kinder
how he would measure up
if lachesis was less treacherous
were he granted twenty more years
instead of falling to atropos’ shears
burslemisbohemia said
Honest, devastating, tender. I think I can relate to this feeling, though the words are entirely your own. It certainly chimes with me in its sense of perhaps, of what should have been.
Tel said
Thank you. You summarized everything I was feeling.