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glory and progress.
Thinking of you on a Saturday afternoon
is all I can do anymore to present
myself with a gratification that I am
making an attempt to do something good.
or useful with my time.
but what is useful anyway
the whole family knows I'm just another
unsuccessful, intellectual potato to be plopped in a soup
with the rest of these unsuccessful fruits
asking what does useful mean in a poem.
But I sit on my bed,
not quite on the side,
not quite at the head,
but where the sunlight hits directly,
and I praise dogs instead
And this is where I think of you,
and maybe this is where someone will like to think of me too,
when I am dead.