Today’s poem appears on both blogs; it last appeared on the general blog in 2008 and has not found its way to my gay-interest blog at all so I guess it’s high time I gave it an airing. It is particularly relevant for me at the moment as I have a very bad cold and ‘slump’ is just about all I want to do. At the same time, from what people tell me, 'slump' just about sums up post New Year's Day January.
So it's not a gay-interest poem, so what? Does the heterosexual majority have a monopoly on 'slump'? I think not...
SLUMP
Slump in a chair, thinking about life
and all the people I’ve known,
wondering where have they gone?
Slump in a chair, thinking about life
and all the things I have done,
wondering where I went wrong?
Slump in a chair, thinking about life
and choices made from the heart,
wondering where fear played a part?
Slump in a chair, thinking about life
and lovers who promised to stay
but left within hours of a night or day
Slump in a chair, thinking about life
and all the years wasted on regret
where I should have stood up to fate
Slump in a chair, thinking about life
and every epiphany I’ve known,
wondering where did I go so wrong?
Slump in a chair, thinking about life
and growing older, weaker,
for knowing I could have done better
Slump in a chair, thinking about death,
and all the people I’ve known,
wondering if there’s a hell or heaven?
Slump in a chair, watching television,
soaking up soap opera friends ,
lost the plot, left wondering how it ends
Slump in a chair, fret about being alone?
Not this time (slam on the brakes);
will get my life back, whatever it takes
Copyright R N. Taber 2008
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