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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Martin O'Neill 21 April 2010

Ouch! There are no Band-aids for that.

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