David McLansky

Freshman - 992 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

The White Ship (51) - Poem by David McLansky

(51) Negotiations

She stood there looking sadly-wise
She fought the tears swelled in her eyes
She sighed and softly said to me
Without a trace of coquetry.

“Oh, what beauty has been lost,
What memories to be savored!
Oh, my prudent counting man,
Missed miserly behavior! ”

“You think the heart does not account
In reckoning loves full measure?
I see thy worth so simply writ
As read in love’s rich ledger.”

“Oh, love remove your green-rimmed visor,
Consult your heart as your advisor;
We two were meant to be together
In joint-account as one forever.”


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 2, 2013


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