Nothing but a soppy song

to Fanis, a poem promised years ago



In the dentist chair
no new ideas are perching on my eyebrows,

When I was nine
a crimson wristwatch was given to me
by my father
who died one morning at nine o’clock
I suddenly recall.

Fanis has no anesthetic
for what goes on in his patients’ soul.

His cell phone rings,
its ringtone is Luis Armstrong’s
“It’s a wonderful world”

And then it dawns on me, 
this may never have been his favorite tune,
but a reminder
for him, perhaps for all,

a declaration with best intentions

and colossal expectations destined to echo

in my opinion

as nothing but a soppy song.


© ifyouplease 2018
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