Original Poetry — My Nemesis

Still getting caught up after Thanksgiving, so here’s a quick poem  from the unpublished pile —

 

My Nemesis

I don’t know why

we didn’t get along.

But all through high school

he was there.

He drew mustaches on my baseball cards.

In music class when we were supposed to be singing

he harassed me.

In basketball practice

he mocked me.

Why?

Ask him.

But you can’t.

He died of a heart defect at age 22.

I am now 70

and all I feel is sadness.

 

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