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Sadness and the Thrift Store Jacket

There was once this man
who had purchased a brand new jacket.
It was meant to relieve a sorrow he was feeling
and he felt much better for purchasing it.

His life, however
went down-hill from there.
All of the joy, romance, mystery, and magic
fled from his life, and he became very empty.

He soon later died a hollow man;
and all of his belongings ended up at the thrift store
including the jacket,
and it's curse.

The next owner of the jacket
put it on, and felt sorrow right away.
He lost a close loved one to the curse of death
and after taking his own life, the jacket moved on.

Once again, at the thrift store,
the jacket was bought by a poor woman
for her husband,
to ward off the cold while he was at work.

However, the husband possessed a keen insight,
and he did sense the sadness that this jacket could bring.
So, all that he said when presented with this gift was,
"Whatever you do my darling, don't hang that jacket on me."
— docmaverick, Jan 25, 2009

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Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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Pencilme

17 years 4 months ago

Good

Intersting and well written, good insight
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 4 months ago

Outstanding poem, Doc. At

Outstanding poem, Doc. At first it reminded me of some Twilight Zone episodes, but the end so clearly *yours*. Bravo! ~Anna "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho
docmaverick

docmaverick

17 years 4 months ago

Kailashana....

...I had someone putting my poems in, while I was in the morgue.....(Or so it felt.)....however, I'm trying to respond and I truly appreciate your comment, as always. Twilight Zone, eh? Thanks. #{:>{)+..... doc.