Baby and the Failed PoetA Poem by Leslie Philibert
a comedy of errors
I asked my son, a few hours after he was born,
What is it like to be unborn?
(I assumed that being unborn is like being
not alive,a bit dead, and that life is like a slice of ham
between two slices of bread. I wanted to get some
advance information in the unlikely case that I might
not always be alive).
He turned green. He said something that sounded like
He probably thought.:
What have I done to deserve this ?
Do I really have to be the son of a failed poet ?
© 2012 Leslie Philibert
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Last Updated on June 7, 2012
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