A Poem by Zackery Alan Daley

A new work. Not a refurbished ancient limerick.

Sometimes I like to pretend.
Pretend I'm already dead.
It's a depressing practice.
A darker tactic,
And it keeps me sane.

Just as pretty as when I met you,
On April 25, 1942.
Will you indulge in my sins,
While Garçon fiddles his violin?
I know you will.

© 2017 Zackery Alan Daley

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Added on June 24, 2017
Last Updated on June 24, 2017
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Zackery Alan Daley
Zackery Alan Daley

Kanab, UT

Hello my name is Zack. I have been writing since I could properly hold the pen. Then computers came around so I type up some work on this site from time to time. Thank you for checking out my conte.. more..