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POEM: All My Poems Are Sad

All My Poems Are Sad

All my poems are sad.
Even the happy ones.
I should have written
a few happy happy poems.
But I didn’t. Just
all these sad little guys.
Slumped on couches,
staring into the middle distance.
Whatever that means.
Sometimes I try to give
one of my poems
a piece of yellow cake
with chocolate frosting,
which, coincidentally,
is also my favorite.
I give it to the poem
and he takes a bite
and makes a brave show
of smiling, but I know.
I know.

/ / /

7 September 2023
Charlottesville VA

This is poem 48 in a series called 50 Days Till 50 Years. I’m writing a poem a day for the 50 days leading up to my 50th birthday. I’m going to try to focus on memories of my past, and the people who inhabited it.

Published in 50 Days Till 50 Years My poems Poetry


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