Young Man’s Game

Will Mother Maybelle  
miss  
me  
when I’ve  
gone?  
Perhaps not.  
Regardless-  
In no more than  
twelve  
years  
Time, there’ll be a  
new, fresh-  
faced upstart.  
 
 
and while my hopes so dear  
rest neath the willow  
as his horizons begin to clear  
may no one remember for to shed a  
solitary tear.  
Still I’ll leave  
pieces  
of  
me  
true to a foregone narrative—  
long ago  
conceived.  
Thus, here on my  
mind is  
ever inscribed this  
prayer of the  
fast living;  
faster dying.