I walk a few blocks
Or so to the bus stop,
On my way to work,
Every morning,
Except for Tuesdays
And Wednesdays.
Each time,
A motionless possum
With a ****** mouth
Greets me, as he lays
Comfortably on his hard bed.
Each time,
Becoming more
And more impersonal.
A full coat of fur
Replaced with a
Grey mushy mass.
The undisputed fate
Of all living beings.
My possum friend,
Will not be the only
One who does not
Leave a legacy behind.
(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
I walk a few blocks
Or so to the bus stop,
On my way to work,
Every morning,
Except for Tuesdays
And Wednesdays.
Each time,
A motionless possum
With a ****** mouth
Greets me, as he lays
Comfortably on his hard bed.
Each time,
Becoming more
And more impersonal.
A full coat of fur
Replaced with a
Grey mushy mass.
The undisputed fate
Of all living beings.
My possum friend,
Will not be the only
One who does not
Leave a legacy behind.
(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith
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