I live among the dead.
They stare at me
from
frames and judge.
Do I measure up?
I doubt it.
Would they be ashamed?
I am.
I've never saved a town.
Never experienced hard times.
Never pulled a rabbit from
a hat that wasn't there.
This modern world
corrupted me.
I curse words that would
horrify, and remember
the drinking times.
I am not dignified
like the woman in the picture
who would never let her
lady loose. She is
forever well-kempt and polite.
A cigarette was never
a consideration.
I will never be a painting
that looks down on younger generations.
I miss the living, but hang onto the dead.
They give me relevance.
Because it's who
I am.
~ Elodie Pritchartt, September 2, 2024
REGRET:Seriously nice prose. Did you write it?. I like it a lot. And on a more whimsical note - completely irreverent; don't forget what Vincent Furnier (Alice Cooper) said: "I love the Dead before their skin turns cold. Their Bluing flesh, for me to hold. Cadaver Eyes upon me see - Nothing"
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words. Yes, I write everything on this blog. The few I haven't written, I've attributed to the writer.
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