Ted Sheridan

Death Of A Salesman - Poem by Ted Sheridan

With the costly stain of blood on my mercenary soul
I prayed for God to release me from our contract.
I no longer wished to participate in the death of a people
who were too ignorant to comprehend past discrepancies
and yet so willing to accept the tainted words and slogans
of false prophets as proof positive that all would be well;
if only we would believe that everything in life is….
“New and Improved”

2008 © TS

Comments about Death Of A Salesman by Ted Sheridan

  • Naseer Ahmed Nasir (12/28/2008 6:07:00 PM)

    Good poem.....A bit philosophical touch....Its not just the death of a salesman, its New Improved Life..... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 15, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 31, 2008

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