I thought she’d stick around longer
Clearly I was delusional
She was way younger
Way off my league
Bursting with vigor
And I was old and frail
I could plainly tell
I was sailing in dangerous waters
Except I was haste to disregard
It was merely a matter of time
Before she walked out on me
Before I watched her cuddling in the
Arms of another
Before I cussed the futile wages
The late night messages
That kept me up
Smiling like a clown on a world stage
I was surely damned
But sought to live for the moment nonetheless!
Muzamir
About the Author
