The Last Words of the Apprentice
Pretend, that I was just a figment
of your grand imagination,
That I was never really here
for you to laugh, for you to judge.
You know, I’ll never be as brilliant,
as your desire and expectation,
But I have no regrets, no fear...
I’ll disappear, without a grudge.
And you - will never ever find me,
but then again, you won’t be looking.
Like me, there are a dime a dozen,
you will forget, you will move on.
Still, it was you who first defined me,
when I was just a wet-nosed rookie,
Through your attention and your sarcasm.
I thank you!...as I carry on.
~*~
05.03.2010
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Copyright © Helen Bingham | Year Posted 2012
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