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Four Short Poems

Caveat Lector

We’ll love one another, or else we’ll all die;
it was Auden who told, then retracted, that lie.
We’ll all die, regardless. All that’s in doubt
is who’ll go before whom, and by which doorway out.

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Middle Age

Your doctor says you've reached it,
but you think he's full of crap.
Tomorrow you'll go join a gym.
(Just now you need a nap.)

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“How Do I Look?”

She always knew what she should say
but never had the nerve to:
“You look fan-TAS-tic—way, way, way,
way better than you deserve to.”

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A Crank Bids the Annoying Optimist Adieu

The best, you always said, was yet to come.
And sure enough: you’re finally dead. Ho-hum.

Robert West


If you have any comments on these poems, Robert West would be pleased to hear from you.

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