Judged
written by: Ian Fletcher
As I’ve matured in age
The older generation
Have passed through
This vale of tears
To that shadowy realm
From which none return.
They’re no longer around
To pass their judgements
On what I do or will do
Or have already done.
They have disappeared:
Parents, teachers, preachers
The whole bunch of them
Who once would advise
And all too readily criticize.
Now that they’ve all gone
I should perhaps feel free
Were it not for the thought
They may still be judging me
From beyond the grave.
Born and raised in Cardiff, Wales, Ian has an MA in English from Oxford University. He lives in Taiwan with his wife, two daughters and cat. He teaches English in a high school. He has had poems and short stories published in Duane’s PoeTree, Tuck Magazine, Best Poetry, The Ekphrastic Review, 1947 A Literary Journal, Spillwords Press, Dead Snakes, Your One Phone Call, Schlock! Webzine, Short-story.me, Literary Yard, Indian Periodical, Anotherealm, Under the Bed, A Story In 100 Words, Poems and Poetry, Friday Flash Fiction, The Drabble, and in various anthologies.
Latest posts by Ian Fletcher (see all)
- Golden Boy - July 8, 2024
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