David Hart


No Women Bring Flowers - Poem by David Hart

'No Women Bring Flowers' by David Hart

Old alas, with hair scarce head
To take a shave, a gargantuan dread

Ago the years yielded a different tread

Lithesome ladies brought smiles and flowers
Attired in curtsies and fine threads

Speaking in melliflous tones
No longer such delight for this old crone

No one calls and visits pall
Slowly come the letters or not at all

Sore bones and an aching soul
Fading away in a cramped hovel hole

No longer carrying c-notes in a fat role
david hart 2006


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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 9, 2009



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