Greed Poem by Ted Sheridan
Greed
I hang from the top shelf of a hard life
like a dusty and old lambrequin
Thus tattered by parasitic mites and torn
from the sheer weight of my grasp
I gaze at the many rich food stuffs and prized
white elephants that safely exist
Just beyond my tried and failed reach in my futile
attempt to possess their reward
Like the meaningless shiny things carried back
to the nest by a greedy crow
And placed there in the sunny window
of its relatively darkened existence
Purely but significantly as a trophy to be
seen and thereby envied for its plumage
Though it be of anything other than a strictly
ornamental garnishment or trinket
With not even the abilities of a b_stard wing
let alone provision or stipulation
I hang from the top shelf of a hard life….
Not wanting to quit or give
When I still have the strength to hang on
ten seconds longer than the next guy….
2008 © T Sheridan
Keep hanging on Ted. You are the toughest guy I know. Top shelf means most valuable, which is what you are. ~ Sara
'...Thus tattered by parasitic mites and torn/from the sheer weight of my grasp...' Just one of several strong images from this strong defiance of going gently into that good night. Inspiring.
Packed with power.... no self-pity... almost ruthless... ten seconds? nope.... ten years. t x
Reflections of such heraldic symbolism can ONLY hang from the Top Shelf - but there is no winsome mythology about the Hard Life alluded to. Ted manages to mix his metaphors exquisitely but sensitively - and still produces a down-to-earth homily of good reading. Rgds, Ivan
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