Jack Worthington

Rookie - 25 Points (1977 / Yuma, Arizona, U.S.A.)

The Move - Poem by Jack Worthington

Sitting in a chair, a glass of ice water sitting on the floor, my life sits boxed in the corner
Each item given away, representing a memory
Each item kept retaining sentimentality
The half empty room sits nearly naked, illuminated by a large dormer.

The sunlight exposing places never cleaned
While I dream of places never seen
The curtain has closed on yet another scene
I wait in anticipation with sweat on my brow, for the next act.

The man will come tomorrow, to pick up the boxes
As I sit here waiting, I think about my losses
Of family and friends long departed
From my life they have parted.

Today is a victory, for I am alive, watching the sun stream into the room
No edifices to build, no paths lay unexplored
Tomorrow will be the top of the hill, a life alive and never bored
How lucky I am today, at 3pm, sitting here in this empty tomb.

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Topic(s) of this poem: moving on

Comments about The Move by Jack Worthington

  • (12/18/2009 2:27:00 PM)

    I can commiserate with you on this having recently gone through a similar thing, , , only some of the treasures I relinquised had been with me for over sixty years. It's amazing what one can collect in a life time and how freeing it can be to let go of it.

    May I humbly suggest you rethink the fourth line in the third stanza 'From my life they it seems they darted'... I think there are too many they's in there. Perhaps if it read 'have departed' it would fit better? ? ? ? Just a thought.

    Take care on your new journey, Shirley
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 12, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 21, 2014

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