Pop Poem by Doug Lane

Pop



Pop's dead,
and took his secrets
with him,
and honestly,
I don't mind.

Were I
a better son
I'd wonder
about him,
even wonder
how he's doing
in the afterlife,
but I figure he's doing fine,
probably has an excellent gov't pension,
a couple girlfriends,

and if he's suffering
up (or down) there
well,
what am I supposed to do?
Petition the devil?

The truth is,
Pop usually did better
than I.
So is he, wherever he is,
worrying
and wondering
about me?
And if so,
what can he do,
a man in his position,
to help out?

Tuesday, September 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: afterlife,father and son
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Can we do anything to help the dead in the afterlife?How are they doing?What do they need?And can they pull any strings for us, the living?
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