A Dedication To Myself
There is a poetry contest on a web site to write your own dedication
A difficult task for a humble man; good thing I am not him.
They will line up by the door, I am sure, thousands by the score,
And I realize it will be televised for a million viewers more.
"We've come today", the president will say, "To honor Joseph Flach
Who has accomplished so many things, but none I can think of as a matter of fact.
But he must be loved by all of you and be someone that you revere,
Otherwise I must ask why else have we all gathered here?
"My notes are thin, and I never knew him, so someone please help me out,
Any of you amongst this slew, if you know something just give a shout.
Surely there's a reason for this dedication, he must have done some kind of thing."
They all look around, not making a sound, the silence is deafening.
"I once saw him juggle, at least three balls for about 10 or 15 tosses."
"He once played in a tennis tournament and he had the most losses."
"I read a poem that he once wrote and a few of the words made sense."
"He once spoke up at a town hall with a rip in the back of his pants."
Not a pretty sight and quite a fright to see them all get up and go,
Wondering why they were scammed to come to a dedication for some average Joe.
I heard them mumbling and on my last name stumbling, "Just who is this guy named Flach?"
Lucky for me, in reality, I've got years to try to win them back.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010
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