Bored with her routine, your guardian angel answered
A subway ad in 1969 -- the one that said
"If u cn rd ths u cn mk bg mny!" She could read it
And made big money and in retirement,
Mildly curious about what happened to you,
Has her people set up a lunch meeting.
She seems disappointed you've never, in her absence,
Stepped into a manhole or off a cliff. You shrug
And console her with stories of the foolish, shameful things
She'd surely have warned you against doing.
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