One Single, Mid Life Bled, For No 'Morrow, Shall I Dread. Poem by Michael Gale

One Single, Mid Life Bled, For No 'Morrow, Shall I Dread.



While'st riding rapids of the slain...
Rocky luggage, tossed explained.
Bags well traveled, fro' trip due'd trip'd...
Banged among'st life's others, tasted-slipped.
Hawk the other's spied aligned....
Took to ladies, wined and dined.
Spells of love, cast to me...
Moved thy feet, spun under thee.
Flee'd the cage of wedding ring...
Hopp'd the train, to rail, did sing.
Heart now beating, fast at race...
Singling free, no wedded trace.
Skipped the chance of favored love...
Unchained orchard, praised above.
Clouded judgement, brought to thine...
Can'st not show thy faded spine.
Tree's of forrested bloomag'ed shed...
Dusted printing of mesled.
Wandering meandering to well about...
Trip the nightlife, unfettered, a lout.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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