Second Choice – Poem #47 – From the Archives

You came looking for me, your second choice
long kept on a shelf in the back of your closet
with unread books and a college text
the throwaways of your younger self;
an unwanted toy which never gave voice
to the hurt of being second choice.

Oh you kept me hooked; your back up boy
always ready for you and eager to play;
pulling me from the shelf now and then
for amusement;
your brightly stuffed toy, your taste of the day
‘til you tired of me and put me away
in the walk in closet of forgotten memory

’til the first fine line and your first touch of gray
sent you fishing on Facebook for the one thrown away;
And you went to your closet in search of me
but the cupboard was bare, for you see
I too had a back up girl
and we turned out to be the parents of three.

Did I cheat her of something?
What does it matter;
she’ll never know; like me she was extra
Who’s the one next to you
in the group photograph?
Who’s the one with the face
too unhappy to laugh?

It was me.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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4 Responses to Second Choice – Poem #47 – From the Archives

  1. beetleypete says:

    First class, Frank. I think we have all been ‘second choice’ at some time in our lives.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Elizabeth says:

    An old friend told me as he married that he would “have to take me out of his back pocket now.” I had no idea I was even living there!

    Liked by 1 person

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