Don't Tell Them

Don't tell them

i'm scared too death to go back

where it's sucks your life away

just to earn money

you're too tired to use.

Two drinks and you're done

with no joy in tomorrow’s possibilities.

I was lucky to get out when I did.

They probably wouldn't have me back anyway.

Don't tell them

i'm bored to death

making that incessant rackety boom-bash

behind songs no one is really listening too

fast or slow.

They pay me OK sometimes

at least I got that...

When he said 

“Don’t swing so much”

I thought

well then, why me?

Don't tell them

I think of death

we all do it

and wonder what they'll do 

the day you leave.

I ain't afraid

they shouldn't be either.

Just one person left I need to see

before I go.

I can make it.


Ken Owen,   Van Niddy Press,   February 2013