A Special Memory Or Three
A Special Memory or Three
I refuse to give you any information about my life
It is a secret. I won’t even give my name
But I can say this
My best friend in life was once my ego
I used to stroke it, preen it and take it out
I had 3 wives. No silly. Not at the same time
I’m not that kind of guy
But that’s how I lost my ego
A special memory or three
The first wife killed it
The second one buried it
The 3rd. spouse stuck it with a fork
To make sure it was done
She takes it out on Halloween
Shoves and shakes its skeletal remains at me
Reminds me that she needs more money
Or I will end up in a smaller box than ego
This is my fondest, special memory
I'm running out of wives and money
And already ran out of mind
But there is always the cemetery for me
Let's keep that our little secret
Created on 9/15/14 for A Special Memory – Poetry contest
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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