Who lies here

Who lies here

A Poem by Donald Meikle

We're in our dotage 

Seventy odd

But we can still disappear into deep woods and survive quite well for quite some time.

Survival is a well learned lesson and our children who have no children have learned it as well as we.

So keep stealing and lying as fast as possible

Maybe we'll get to see you all die before we do.

Yes it's a tragedy

How well I remember the freedoms we all shared

Gone now as fast as all those lockless doors and helpful neighbors that our children never saw

Google it and drown in regret

And don't tell me it's not too late

I've heard 

too many

lies

© 2012 Donald Meikle


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frustrating times, frustrating places...I'm concerned more for the young'uns than for me. Still, another day living the dream....here we come.

Posted 13 Years Ago


we crossed the 'too late' line when we built the first city...today is what it looks like now...seven billion people in a world built for a few million...good luck Donald, you'll last longer than me

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Donald Meikle
Donald Meikle

Halifax, MA



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Liverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more..