Thursday, September 18, 2014


It has been a while since I read it, I admit;
Still, I’m fairly certain that Charles Lamb,
When he wrote his great essay on retirement,
“”The Superannuated Man,” did not say a word
About standing in the rain scrubbing a trash bin
With chlorine bleach.

                                                He must have had a bin.
Did his sister Mary clean it? Or, perhaps,
When his friends – Keats and Coleridge,
Hazlitt and De Quincy and Jem White –
Grew worn from too much wine and wit
They picked up the rags and soapy water
And set to.

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