Checks You Can't Cash Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Checks You Can't Cash



Do you live your whole life
in a half empty space

Do you swear up and down
your excuses defaced

Do you sing in a choir
where the music has died

Do you brand all as liars
as your tongue remains tied

Do you rob from the master
just to steal from the slave

Do you hide in a mansion
built on top of your grave

Do you look for direction
trails barren and thin

Does your soul beg correction
torn away from within

Do you begin every sentence
tracing back to the past

Do you waste precious moments
—writing checks you can't cash

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2016)

Friday, June 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: living
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