Artisan by Dan Joyce
©2016
Post 62
Watching The World
I died in my sleep one night
Not sure how
Health problems I think
And now I sit in this place
This strange place sitting
Watching lives go on
I used to like to hear them mention me
And see
What I did right or wrong
Maybe think about what I could have done
Differently
My friends my family
Maybe a legacy
But I was soon forgot
And their lives
Brought other lives
And I became interested in their struggles
And victories
As the land they lived in
Became a story, a novel in its own
Maybe Michener or Haley
And soon I forget about me
Or used to be
And just sit here
And watch the world
