Poem of the Day: The Filler

The Filler

We know the end
On every
Old man
Old Woman
Who walks by
We see it in on our parents
On the actors
And late night news reporters
Even on the aching dogs
We know the end
The cold friendless hospital room
With a white dividing curtain
To separate us from our moaning roommate
Or maybe
Just falling down in the back yard
Clenching our hearts
Or slipping in the shower
Alone for days with a broken hip
Or
Murder
Drugs, drinking
A car accident
We know the end
So what, then—
Is your story?

Poem from The Gypsy Mile available on Interpunk.com

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