David Ignatow

(7 February 1914 - 17 November 1997 / Brooklyn/ New York)

I Close My Eyes


I close my eyes like a good little boy at night in bed,
as I was told to do by my mother when she lived,
and before bed I brush my teeth and slip on my pajamas,
as I was told, and look forward to tomorrow.


I do all things required of me to make me a citizen of sterling worth.
I keep a job and come home each evening for dinner. I arrive at the
same time on the same train to give my family a sense of order.


I obey traffic signals. I am cordial to strangers, I answer my
mail promptly. I keep a balanced checking account. Why can’t I
live forever?

Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010
Edited: Friday, July 29, 2011

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