Poetry

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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