Entropy

Our house won't stay clean
the tub is stained with iron
our porch has an uphill and downhill
and my vision will never be as good
as it was when I was twelve.

Entropy cannot be stopped, though,
some rich folks on the island
make an attempt
by purchasing titanium hips
and hiring lots of immigrants.

Some day, long after me I hope,
our house will fall down.

But at least
the place on my guitar
where my strumming arm rests
becomes more polished and shiny
every year.

Franco Bertucci


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