Let an Old Man Dream

I'm sixty-five. I'm not a fool. I know that she's
A cute, young barmaid bent on getting tips from me,
But look at how she looks this way, and how
She smiles more at me than she does at those
Other guys, I'll keep buying beers from her,
And make some idle conversation. I will gaze
Into her eyes and fantasize, but, in a while,
I'll just pay my tab and go. I won't wait
For closing time to learn things I would wish
I hadn't. Maybe I am being foolish,
But I'm not a fool.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-26 at 17:09

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