....An Old Man Laments Poem by Not Long Left

....An Old Man Laments



Too long have we battled through storms
made by the force of our finely matured anger.
Often have we scooped up shards of broken
dreams, shattered by the sadness of our reality.
The three things that kept us together have grown
spread thier wings and have flown on to some
life new. Before the shutters opened and we
finally saw into each other, I would spend the
nightly hours watching your sleep, I always loved
you most then, those uncontrolled movements
and your settled little sighs.


Yet now as you sleep, I spend those nightly hours
blurry eyed, watching late night low budget sex
movies. Lusting after the black vixen with her
shimmering River Nile legs. Until the stirrings
of shame rise from below scolding my thoughts
I am to old for this. So I slowly rise hauling my
retired frame with me grope through the darkness
and put myself to bed, before wiping the spittle
from your bitter bloodless lips.

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