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[aid] => mick
[title] => passing the torch
[time] => 2003-11-08 01:54:03
[hometext] => this didn't come out the way i saw it in my mind, for some reason, i just couldn't express it the way i saw it, but, maybe you'll still get the idea
[bodytext] => he stood on the ledge his hollow eyes staring down twenty stories between him and the ground behind him on the roof i calmly spoke to him preaching hollow cliches that even i didn't believe promising that things would get better telling him that he had so much to live for but, i didn't know him at all his business suit flapped around him as the wind nudged him to and fro he turned to face me his eyes ripe with sorrow and said to me, "what have i got to live for? i have NO LIFE, no life no family, no friends just "associates" i lived my life for my job my work, nothing more built to serve..... and i was fired today" he paused and sighed "and if they find out about the embezzling..." he raised his arms in a gesture of hopeless pleading "what's left? tell me..." i opened my mouth, but didn't know what to say as his eyes met mine, i realized i was crying too he nodded wistfully, and said, "yeah, that's what i thought" he raised his arms higher and leaned back i didn't watch him fall i didn't have to i could hear the collective gasp of the crowd that had gathered below the crowd who had been sporadically yelling, "jump" for the last twenty minutes and when i heard a few shrieks of disgust and shock i knew he had landed down on the ground the crowd gathered 'round and stared at what was left of the man a young man, barely twenty, stepped forward in tattered clothes he stank of whisky shameless, he prowled the man's blood stained slacks finding his wallet, he smiled and as he slipped it into his own pocket his face twisted, with the agony of transformation his thread-bare clothing melted into a dark business suit his dark, ratty hair thinned and went grey styled in an obvious comb over his already weathered face gained fresh lines his stomach swelled into the prideful gut of the well paid businessman and his new smile, was one of ruthlessness a smile that could not be trusted he had taken the man's identity his face, his name his unerasable number the torch had been passed and as the crowd gazed back at the greasy spot in the road they saw only an empty suit just an empty suit [comments] => 5 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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