Second-Hand​ Lives


The young child is running wild

As children often do

A mother yells distracted and annoyed

Expected; that is true


The cell phone never leaves her face

Something that cannot wait

Annoyed at the interruption

Her child’s behavior of late


Something so important

Something beyond her child

Something that really cannot wait

No; just a friend who has beguiled


Second-hand lives lived apart

Never to be lived again

Missing the important things

For selfish personal gain


Addiction is an insidious thing

Creeping while unaware

Life passes once and never again

In a breath, they are not there.

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