Charles Wax

First Sermon Of Autumn - Poem by Charles Wax

Every so often
I felt the need
to spice up my class
with a sermon
“I do not fail you, ” I began.
Immediately Oscar Bice
called out,
“My good Sir,
I believe you and you alone
gimme a 50.”
Undeterred I continued,
“You fail yourself
ponder this: in fifty years
time flies
gray hair arrives
and soon after
the coffin
just before being shoveled into
that everlasting box of doom
comes the question:
what is the meaning of Life?
If you can’t answer
forget it
You’re bound for Hell
on a one way ticket
and that’s a fearsome trip
no way out
once the flames
crisp up your flesh
but you don’t burn up
everlasting torment
therefore I say unto you
your troubled souls.”
“You sound like my grandma, ”
Oscar Bice noted.
“What a woman! ”

Comments about First Sermon Of Autumn by Charles Wax

  • (2/9/2009 6:51:00 AM)

    Another fine poem.

    It's real life we read here.Hautnah.

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  • john tiong chunghoo (1/31/2009 12:13:00 PM)

    i love to sound like old mama. so few of them are around, good one charles (Report) Reply

  • Martin O'Neill (1/19/2009 6:39:00 AM)

    50 years and then you're gone. Ouch! I'm 50 now and that hurt! Great lines again, Charles. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 18, 2009

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