A Reckoning Was The Waste Of Loving You Poem by Patti Masterman
A Reckoning Was The Waste Of Loving You
A reckoning, was the waste of loving you;
Whose heart was otherwhere, who's eyes
Could never resist a new, stunning view.
My solitary hovering as innocuous as a bee,
Stalking the mortal garden, come sun or shower;
As predictable as rain, as forgettable as a flower-
My comedic pratfalls less memorable,
Than her cries of elation:
Her eggs more precious than mine.
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9/23/2024 9:44:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ouch! There are no Band-aids for that.