Accountability

It’s near The End and the collector stands

beside my bed demanding accountability

for all in my life I have said and done. He’s

reading to me from a lengthy ledger of my

erstwhile activities. And I have to say that

I have few words left to explain.

Oh yes, that particular escapade I do recall,

I’d admit to it without any shame to claim. I

did that when I was young enough to do such

a thing. And by the way, I paid for that one

over and over again.

And right or wrong, as I recall, without

question, it was definitely worth my effort

at the time. My wallet is over there on the

bureau. I believe there’s a twenty and some

ones left in it; take what you figure it’s worth.

Now get out my sight, that’s all I have left

in me today.

It was then my son asked me, Dad, what was

that you said? Oh, nothing really. I must have

been hallucinating again. Do me a favor and

check my wallet on top of the bureau. See if

has a twenty and some ones left in it.

I woke up abruptly and no one was in the room

with me. Checking my wallet, I see there is only

a ten dollar bill. So, it has come to this, has it?

No worries, that’s okay. I suppose that’ll be all

I need to get me through one more day.

Chris Hanch 8-2-18