A Man for Whom Nothing Mattered

A Man's Journey from a lonely shadow to the light of his love

Photo by nikko macaspac on Unsplash

A man for whom nothing mattered,
Except him, torn and tattered;
Who did many things in his life,
And not a thing for his wife.

He ate alone and slept alone,
A hidden person, like a dog’s underground bone.

He always looked down,
Right close to the ground.
His wife, nothing but a fixture
For other men to see as his mixture.

He stayed, along with her, in a bowl;
They met many but never a soul—
Not even his own, nor that of a clone.

The man and his wife took to the beach.
She sat, apparently annoyed.
He listened inside his head
And believed he was dead.

And with a frown,
He went for a swim and began to drown.

Bobbing up and down with a wave,
His entitlement threw him for a loop.
The man reached up and suddenly gave a hoot.

When a lifeguard reached him in a flash,
Powering her arm ‘round him fast,
The clever servant splashed across.

As t…