Well Worn Poem by Andy Brookes

Life nibbles at the bitter, pages crumpled, edges dog eared,
well thumbed like a favourite poem but not as satisfying
romance died somewhere along the line, to be replaced by cynicism
I want to be romanced, entranced, danced, suffused with your passion
his eyes, not yet faded by disappointment, shone.
good luck with that I thought seeing the look in his partners eyes
shinning to too but with lust.


was I ever,I thought, smiling, this bright and optimistic?
Maybe, before the grindstone of life wore me down, turning me in this old cynic.