Laundromat Poem by Brian Mayo
Laundromat
I’d like to save a child from
a laundromat fire.
Or even two children.
Lay their helpless, smoking bodies at the feet
of paramedics while an inferno
rages behind me.
“Somebody get these kids some oxygen! ”
I’d yell, as the building collapses.
I need to get in one grand
gesture.
One brittle,
yellowed memory that will
suck the oil from your trembling
fingertips.
Something I can claim as my own.
Something to hold up to the light
before it dims and grows cold.
Maybe then
it will have been worth it.
i got lost with the second stanza. oops. here i am. may i offer another laundromat poem? Submitted at Poem Share 1 (money) Laundering...... [white Collar? Crime; Inept 'Criminal'] reviewed 3/9/2013 good luck finding a good deed to make your life worthwhile. bri :)
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5/8/2024 9:12:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
it would feel pretty amazing to go down in history as achieving something extraordinary, or saving someones life, or changing the world for the better in some way. That would surely make a life so well lived and worth it :)