The Businessman

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #521

Words:  avenge, lame, ticket, cram, gets, comfort,
        here, maybe, pulls, used, space, sit


Pulls up to the station,
boards train, ticket
in hand.  First car
is crammed.  Noisy
riders in gabfest
of gossip.  Maybe next
car might afford him
comfort and peace.  Here.
An unoccupied space.
He sits.  He sighs.  Feels
used up like a tattered
piece of garment.  What
a lame life he has led–
is leading.  How did he
get stuck like a needle
on an old recording 
repeating the same word 
over and over.  All he 
sought was to avenge
the cruel naysaying
neighbors for belittling
his family's failures.
Successful businessman,
denied joy.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to The Businessman

  1. How very sad, but wonderful poem!

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  2. Satisfying! Funny, the train features in mine, but it’s a subway in NYC.

    This is a sad tale indeed. The judgments of others can cloud our own worldview. Thanks, Amy

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