I went to a poetry reading
but I didn’t know anyone there.
And the quorum was small,
maybe twenty in all –
I’d expected a larger affair!
When half-way through presentations
self-importance, all itself, just left.
It left me bereft, except expectations,
which in due time itself grew upset.
It leap from the chair, stood face to face,
and upon me it too then beset:
“Man! I’m outta this place!”
Self-importance, Expectations attest:
Keep a good friend, Consolation, abreast.
©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn