Sunday, August 25

A life on the sidelines

In relative terms, I’ve lived
A charmed life
Dodged many a bullet
And I wonder why I
Was spared
Whose place I took
Why me, so many opportunities
(Too often spurned)

It comforts me to sit
On the bench...the useful spare
Always there, just in case

Some nights I wake in a sweat:
What if he suddenly turns to me
And crooks his finger?

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