“Unveiling the Hidden Lives of Suburbia: Ian Fletcher’s Poignant Journey in ‘Man of the Suburbs'”
Have you ever paused to wonder what will be left of us when the dust settles and our time has come? In a world where social media feeds and curated online personas reign, the poem presented here unravels the paradox of existence and the fleeting nature of our suburban lives. With a touching blend of realism and poignancy, it reflects on a man’s seemingly perfect life—complete with his family, job, and comfortable home. Yet, beneath this veneer of satisfaction lies a deeper truth that we often overlook: the inevitable passage of time and the almost comical permanence of our digital footprints. Will your Instagram highlights hold the essence of your legacy, or will they be just another forgotten click in the vast digital ether? Join me as we explore this thought-provoking narrative that leaves us questioning what it truly means to leave a mark in the universe. LEARN MORE.
For better or for worse
like most of us I suppose
he considers himself to be
the center of the universe.
Yes, with his wife and kids
steady job, detached house
and paid-up pension scheme,
everything’s absolutely fine
in his trivial suburban life
all going to plan we can see
from what he posts online.
He worships no deity
fears no kingdom come
and seems quite serene
when all is said and done
living in the here and now
his comfortable existence
sufficing for immortality.
Yet, one day this smug man
too will succumb to time
and though a few might weep
perfunctory tears for a while
at the well-attended funeral
in a generation not a soul
will remember he has gone.
Then, his only trace may be
the frozen Facebook page
on some forgotten database
where his final profile pic
will grin inanely on and on.
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