YES, FOLD UP CHAIRS

(a poem by Timothy J. Verret)

I, yes, fold up chairs.

The party is over, and I cried at the party.

I cried after the party, too.

All had left which is what was expected.

They had their cake and their punch and their fill.

There was no reason for them to stay after the party.

What do I do now that the party is over?

I, yes, fold up chairs.

I clean up.

I make it seem as if nobody was there.

That no one even came to the party.

Like the party never was.

So, yes, I fold up chairs.

I clean up.

I’m not going to have another party again.

They never quite do the trick.

People come and they have to go.

That is not just a party thing.

That is my life.

So, yes, I fold up chairs.

I clean up.

And I go home.

The, yes, party is over.

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