David Alpaugh Poems
|1.||A California Ad Man Celebrates His Art||8/26/2013|
|3.||What Happened At 5: 15||8/26/2013|
|7.||What My Father Loved About Melmac||8/26/2013|
|8.||Losing Control Of The Toad||9/7/2013|
|10.||War And White Wine||9/7/2013|
|11.||The Song Of Francois Villon||9/7/2013|
|12.||A Distant Sunder||9/7/2013|
|14.||Egbert: One Of The Heroes Of My Memory||9/7/2013|
|16.||What Dogs Know...||9/7/2013|
|17.||My Daughter At The Age Of Reason||11/26/2013|
|22.||Richard Cory (His Untold Story)||8/26/2013|
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Richard Cory (His Untold Story)
Turns out Richard Cory had pancreatic cancer;
Was told he had, at best, six months to live.
After the initial shock, he called his lawyer
To help draw up the will in which he’d give
The wealth so many envied mostly to charity;
His custom-tailored suits to Salvation Army.
Probate only noticed one peculiarity:
That provision for his cat! Was Cory barmy?
No one but his doctor knew what was going on.
There was no one on the pavement he could tell.
His friends were fair-weather; parents long gone;
Glib how are yous were answered with I’m ...
Today I am throwing old checks away
That lay in a shoebox five years, fearing audit.
They’re free—free, at last, to burn or decay.
Money still talks, but her ghouls simply say,
“Something was sold at a price and you bought it.”
Today I am throwing old checks away.
Each bears its signature; year, month & day;