A Love Dying - Poem by bobby beddoe

I lay my normal rhymes of babble aside,
For to verse about my old love this yuletide;
The way I feel today,
You may feel the same way,
About this past affair down by the seaside!

My last year’s trip to see her, she was still there,
Oh, but how she has changed her beauty there ere;
No one there seems to care,
At least those on welfare.
Still love her, even tho she’s beyond repair!

I’ll close, love, with these final lines of doleful woe:
You’re dying now, so with grief, I have to let go.
As you, croak in slow decay,
I must go about my way;
So, adios San Benito, my love - my San Benito!