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Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


Time And Ill Timed Marriage


once as time gone flows
quite quite some time ago
youth was quite young

quite young quite wise
time interactive quite wise
as individuals often are

time and ill timed marriage
a marriage unevenly yoked
are effective cures to both

a mismatch marriage will
require compromise with
heritage ideals integrity

a mismatch marriage will
consume both bride groom
leaving little elbow room

a tight rope walk is skilled balance act
a wire strung between two places
incapable of meeting in proverbial middle


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Edited: Monday, April 18, 2011

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