Posterity

Legend claims him as her own,
from humble home, to crumbled castle;
and tongues still murmur of his deeds,
his twinkle eyes and cheery charm.
He fought his brawls,
he paved his way,
sold his grandma her own eggs
and watered down the bar room dregs.
Rose to stature,
increased in girth,
gained the perfect
manicured wife.

Fine foods, fine wine
and fancy ways,
he loved to guzzle and consume.

Yet now a stone
in village square,
where bronzed plaque
bears his name.
It is the focal
and relief
from every drunkard
to passing stray.

I wonder as I take my walk,
and stop, peruse,
what would he say?
I think he'd laugh,
a belly laugh,
and ask the question
On my lips;
"Ah posterity!" he'd say
"at least the wildlife
make their mark."




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-03-08 at 09:18

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Neelima
I like the punch line...the end is good.
2008-03-12


Rob Graber
Sounds like he--excuse the expression--"pissed people off" well during life as well...
2008-03-08


penfold18
Excellent Elle, the more I read I could feel the smile progress across my face , and there at the foot of the page my grin was complete.
2008-03-08