David Alpaugh

Rookie - 0 Points (June 26,1941)

Richard Cory (His Untold Story) - Poem by David Alpaugh

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 well.

The pain finally got so bad he couldn’t walk
Downtown; couldn’t even climb out of bed.
You can guess the rest. To hell with idle talk
As to why Dick put that bullet through his head.

Comments about Richard Cory (His Untold Story) by David Alpaugh

  • Gabriel Jirgba (11/7/2016 7:35:00 AM)

    Thank you, sir, for clarifying on Richard Cory's story. Edwin Arlington Robinson's story on the man so depressed me- though I never met him. His story got me thinking for quite a number of years.. Asking myself questions on the purpose of life et al....
    Your version has ignited a fire in me. I have no idea what it intends to burn but it is hope to me. Thank you, sir.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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