The Dance of Doom

greg skidmore
The impending ends
procrastination.
What was it I wanted
from this life?
The most toys means
the biggest estate sale.
The most money equals
embarrassing squabbles.
All that work
for nothing and
it could have been as
easy as a song.
Dance among my ashes.
Juggle my bones.
Sing the song
and plot the future.
Gone and forgotten
you are forgiven
for the air is filled
with music and the breathe
of the minstrel carries on
forever.

Published by greg skidmore

30 years a professional chef now retired and involved in commentary, creative writing and all things lyrical  View profile

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