Putting Away My Toys Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Putting Away My Toys
It rains so softly over
Resilient abutments;
It feels as if I were seventeen again,
And made of beautiful scars,
And the atmosphere on my skin,
A woman’s kiss who is about to die,
Like a stewardess on her last trip,
Thinking of a candlelit dinner- of the
Men there,
As she flies by my window
Never looking in and
Disappears into the turbulent mist
That will see her off.
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