The Daily Poem

NOBODY-ME

I've worked really hard for some thirty-six years,

With nothing to show but my sweat & my tears,

My arm in the dike of my terrible fears,

That slipping I'll fall into woeful arrears,

As everyone whispers their soul-freezing jeers,

With hands over faces so "nobody" hears—

I'll know that it's "me" as my life disappears.

written in Rancho Mirage, California

in Monorhyme

for The Daily Poem

on October 4, 2010

by D. Edgar Lamp