What will you say to the next one
When you’re telling tales
As you know you will
What will you say
Of that blip in time
That sine qua non-starter
The time you had and had not
As you walked out the door
What will you say
You, keen measurer of men
You, master of the cutting analysis
And the biting truth
And hard lessons learned young
You, who loved to laugh at the sweetness
Of a bitter story
Just so long as it was a good story
What did you learn from this
What will you laugh at
When you’re at the bar with a beer
What bitter tale will you tell
What ironies will you employ
Will it be a sad song
Will you feed it to your art
Or will you never bring it up at all
Will you leave those tales behind
Along with all your clothes and furniture
In your flight into the fog