The Unfairness Of An Aborted Life Poem by Ted Sheridan

It’s unfair that at six feet three; even though
I like to ride horses and once was a cowboy
I could never be a professional jockey…..
It’s unfair that I survived the war and they didn’t….
They were lucky to die as young soldiers; never to know
the pain of growing older and dying day by day, piece by piece.
It’s unfair that we were never formally introduced
I’m sure your mother and I would have spoiled you rotten.

2008 © TS