A LESSON NEVER LEARNED
by Ronald "Modar" Knight
A myriad of sounds assail my senses
as I rouse myself up,
trying to remember that
which sent me to death's little cousin.
Those who mill about my prone form
ignore it with apparent practice
as they go about their own business
oblivious to the concept of aid.
Struggling up to hands and feet,
my ungraceful attempts to rise
impose upon the space
of my reticent companions.
Unsteadily my legs strain
to uphold my wavering body
as I flail for support
upon the nearby structure.
With bland upturned faces
the gentles ignore that which
must be most mundane to them
as I try to remember.
Slowly I creep along
the sacred wall of my safety
that prevents my untimely departure
back onto the oblivion of the muddy street.
After an endless voyage alone
I found myself outside an establishment
that spawns memories into my mind
and renews the knowledge of my demise.
With mustered courage and forlorn hope
I enter once again the oasis I seek
though marked by signs that should say
Abandon hope ye who would enter here.
And as I once again sail
through the sultry air
I cry with a piercing wail,
"Aw ma, I didn't know you had just mopped!"
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2006, 2007 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
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