Sorry to tell you
I wasn't a king
A prince
that kind of thing.
I didn't fall from grace
I had none in the first place.
I saw my head
In a hangman's noose
I dug latrines
In some ancient war
I was the groom of the stool
For many a holy fool.
I was a tosher
Looking for gold --
Redemption---
In a London sewer.
I ate the moldy bread
Off the chest
Of many a dead sinner
Yes....
That was
my dinner...
Doug Holder is on the board of the New England Poetry Club and teaches creative writing at Endicott College. His latest poetry collection is " I ain't gonna wait for Godot, no more" ( Wilderness House Press)
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