Thursday, April 21, 2011
Selfish Aquarium and Oxygen Deprevation
Today, I looked at my old fish
Wondering what I would do
With the aquarium when he died.
I could really use the space.
Earlier I had wondered that day,
What would become of my life
When my dog Otis, dies.
It will be the end of me.
Then I thought of my mother,
Who after sixty-five years,
Awoke to a life without my father.
What a selfish bastard I am!
I never pursued another relationship,
Or entertained, “Just one last try”.
I selfishly protected myself,
From the pain of hearing “Goodbye”.