Saturday, January 5, 2013

Sonnett 77 -- 2013 Grinds to a Start

The emptiness you feel when it’s over
Is why you let it fester far too long
In daydreams you rolled around in clover
You adored her like a lovesick King Kong
Wet dreams don’t allow for sags and wrinkles
The other doesn’t mind our hair is white
Sounds of Mozart music when she tinkles
And I imagined he would be my Knight
None of it grounded in reality
Menopause and illness curses me
Methinks My Lord is losing sanity
We fold the tent and into darkness flee
All that matters now is bare survival
Too late for Art or Love’s sweet revival

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