A choice of version,
definition
to know the exacting moment
when perspective
lost
becomes our own albatross
though aware
a long time ago
just continue to beat the dead horse
beat a dead horse,
my mom used to yell that across the room
her and dad
dad and her,
seemed a common phrase
helped us all get through the night,
oh the bold and natural desire
we have to
be right
listen to me,
understand it’s
all
about
him (me).
© Scott F Savage 9/2021