The Meaning of Life
Seeing a drunk sprawled out
on the front steps of a three-flat
and a beggar plying his trade
at the end of the block
The lad tightened his grip
on his mother's arm
walking home from school
when a few harmless shots rang out
The meaning of life had
crossed the mother's mind
earlier in the day, and though
she thought it was hokum, still
she stared up at the ceiling all night
as her lone child whimpered softly
in the crook of her arm
and the business report on the radio
waxed ecstatic over another S&P
record-setting day
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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