Saturday, January 15, 2011

Who sits here?

Who sits here, and does he use
these elegant surroundings
to pen romantic poems
to some red-headed mistress
in a garret far away?
Might he be writing some
great philosophical treatise,
or simply paying household bills?
Surroundings such as these
invite us to assume
some worthy activity --
a Declaration of Independence?
Somehow I doubt
diapers were ever changed
upon this desk.

1 comment:

M.L. Gallagher said...

Ah, but what if they had been. The diapers. Changed. On this desk. Just imagine!

Lovely poem