An Interview To Remember

I couldn’t get a job the other day,

The man said I was computer illiterate,

I looked at the man square in the eye,

And I shouted I quit!

The man looked confused and a little uncomfortable,

Unsure how he should handle the situation

He put on a face that asked for pure hatred

It  nearly caused confrontation.

He told me not to give up

To just keep on trying

He gave me the old You got this

I could see he was lying.

I told him its not easy growing old.

sometimes you just gotta quit.

Sometimes you pee yourself

Or have oatmeal in your spit

Sometimes you lose the ones you love

Or they just don’t see you anymore

Sometimes its your birthday

And you realize your eighty-four

Sometimes you have money

But it runs out quickly

Spent on the hospital

Because your wife grew sickly

Sometimes you are lucky

But you don’t know it right then

Sometimes you lose everything

As you buy her a coffin

Sometimes you end up right here

In this situation

Even though at one time you fought

You fought for this great nation

But then you remember

How long ago that was

And you no longer excite

Revved with that youthful buzz

Time holds everything tightly

Wrapped in his boney hand

At any moment he will let you fall through his fingers

Quickly and smoothly as sand

So before you continue to motivate me

Telling me to keep trying

Let me tell you one thing

If I said it got better I would be lying

The man just sat there

Looking straight ahead

He thought for awhile

And then he looked at me and said

I don’t think I will forget you

Or the things you have said today

I don’t think I will ever be the same

There’s no fucking way

He began pacing the room

And telling me his life story

He told me of his good days

Of him in all his glory

He told me of his bad days

Of his every bump and bruise

And then he told me of his todays

Of how he had love for nothing but booze

He then made a promise to me

Right then and there

He swore to live a different life

One that he could share

I never thought he’d keep it

Or at least not remember me

But today he sent a letter

He said he was in love and about to marry

He told me he never forgot

The words I said that day

And he lived true to his promise

He lives a different way

He told me I saved his life

But little did he see

My life too was saved that day

No longer just debris

I remembered on that day

A life I had once had

And how I lived and loved

And that’s not too bad.

--BW

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