Old loves

by Ed Boyd

Worn down, cracked and wrinkled                                  There you sit.                                  Gone your glistening complexion.                                  Won’t you try once more to comfort me?                                  Do I ask too much?                                  Is it soothing I need?                                  Or adventure?                                  The loss of old loves supplanted                                  By exhilaration in                                  The new.                                  Adieu white bucks!                                  October 1, 2010

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