In my nocturnal wanderings
I would with thee my sweet abide
and cosset thee with pandering
To show the love I cannot hide
Of late thou dost not welcome me
As in the past thou wert wont to do
There is no reason I can see
my faithful heart belongs to you
I fear some youth usurps my place.
Now thou hast picked my pockets clean.
Though some may say thou lackest grace.
I will remember what has been.
I can forgive but not forget
The lesson thou hast taught me yet
8-Jun-08
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Thought provoking write my friend Ivor... old fools always seek for excitements! Just like old carabao eating young grass! A 10.
I love this Ivor, they say there is no fool like an old fool lol,10 for this Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oddsbodkins thy words would do thee great justice in lustier times old friend..Nice write Ivor...Remember me to Mr Marlow.... Sid.