A Disgraceful Retirement? - Poem by Dan Reynolds
The bustle of another day,
another day in search of what?
In search of what we hope will bring
untying of the seamstress’ knot.
The seamstress’ knot which holds the anchor
Pivot point of cascade’s rise
Destined route of joy’s demise
A road guarded by sentinels
whose lofted necks crane o’er with strain
Inspecting all their days detecting
Flimsied ribbons, moist with rain.
No prophesied homecoming march
No trumpet blast, or angel tears
The father lays his last pay-check
next to his schoolyard souvenirs.
And so he stirs his cup of mourn
Ambition's bubbles rise and burst
And yet he smiles with each gray dawn
Content, he’d put his family first.
The fiddle in its dowdy case
which once he'd played to see her dance
now burns upon the fireplace.
Perhaps, he'll get just one more chance.
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