Turning Pages

Naiveté in younger years
And meager sense between my ears
What interested me the most
Were comic strips within the Post.

“Deep in Bengalla
Woods within the famed Skull Cave
The masked Phantom waits...”

Throughout advancing teenage years
My interest turned to social spheres
Again the Post is what I read
To see the people who were wed.

“Maryann Fulmer
And Nolan Zane Fullerton
Were married March 3rd….”

Turning the pages to sixty
I sport a silver-white goatee.
I still read the Post but only
Familiar obituaries.

“Nolan Fullerton
Of Whitehall, Pennsylvania
Passed away Monday…”

I keep turning the pages daily
Until the death bell tolls for me.

poem by Albert Ahearn
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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