Rest in Peace
Jan 9 2024
The mattress is well past its due date.
The sag in the middle.
The badly worn material.
The nasty stain
where the coffee spilled.
The pillow, as well;
lumpy, compressed
with a vaguely musty scent.
But I'm attached to them.
Averse to change.
A creature of habit.
So I persist,
like child
clinging to a tattered blanket
who refuses to let go.
All the sweet dreams I've had there.
The merciful sleeps
when I craved escape.
The escapades
it would be indiscreet
for a gentleman to mention.
I resist,
but they’re keen to sell me
memory foam, polyfoam, hybrid, latex,
pillowtop and innerspring.
Full
Queen
Twin,
California King.
Will it be with me to the end?
A well-lived life,
then dying at home
in bed
surrounded by loved ones.
A trusty mattress
a spent man
and a shallow last breath,
then the final dreamless rest.
A loyal man
who lived frugally
and made things last,
ending his life
just as it was lived.
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