Nine Lives, poetry by Roy Eisenstein at Spillwords.com
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Nine Lives

Nine Lives

written by: Roy Eisenstein

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they say cats have nine lives
yeah maybe
until they meet up with Buick on some side street

seems to speed up the mathematics of it

poof
gone
done
kaput
cat no more

us human beings
you know you’ve seen ‘em
you’ve loved and hated ‘em

you
well, you and me
we are them

anyway

we don’t get nine lives
we get one that we know of for sure
and it’s a beaut

oh yeah
one hell of a bumpy ride
I’d say

some folks get to mess up in their lives
and get a second chance before they die
a second shot at it
a do over

but for some of us
the first time around feels more like
a last chance

you know
the last dance

only sometimes the music isn’t right
the tempo is off
we’re off
something’s just

off

I mean we go through the motions
collect a lot of stuff
yeah
stuff

cram our lives full of the STUFF
like human junk drawers

come on,
everyone has a junk drawer
somewhere in their home
a place to put all the loose ends

one shoe lace
a button
a menu from a take out joint
a pair of pliers
bolts missing their nuts

we’re just like that
only it’s thoughts
people
conversations
unfinished arguments
all the ‘should’ve saids’

ex lovers
wives
husbands
bosses

that’s our stuff
so we’re burdened with all this stuff
we make an awkward stumble of it
dragging around all this baggage
luggage

hell
steamer trunks full of hangups
insecurities
self deceptions

emotional pack mules
making that one last haul
and so we stagger over the finish line
exhausted
like drunken meat wagons

spent
used up
but even then we hate leaving the field
we don’t want to go
no way

but a cat
they say
has nine lives
but we
us humans
you and me

we get only one

but it’s a beaut

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

We have to become aware of the fantastic assessment of what it means to be alive

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