Wednesday, September 2, 2015

The Professor



A call
to remember things
some best forgotten
from decades
past and gone.

Dead
she said.
Not unexpected news
how and where
was.

A cell
in the county jail.
The child of bright promise
died
a drunk.

A man
at the end 
I thankfully never knew.
I left to avoid
knowing.

The call
became more
about the past 
we knew
not him.

Alone
drunk
in a cell
the professor
died.

Jacqui Binford-Bell
September 1, 2015



2 comments:

  1. How sad. We are many people in one lifetime. Hold the man he used to be in your heart.

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  2. Some people don't always live up to our expectations of them. Sometimes we have to walk away. I am sorry life turned out like this for him - we control our destiny.

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