Priced Out of Bliss

It's tempting to believe that we could be
Two of those people who are happy
Living hand-to-mouth because they're
So in love. I have no doubt that we're in love,
And, once upon a time, I had no problems
Living hand-to-mouth in derelict apartments
In some places I don't think you know,
But J, you wouldn't like that life. It's hard,
And I, at sixty-five, have not retained that
Suppleness which let me take its strains
In stride, and, though it's possible you
Have, I'd rather you stayed fed and warm,
The creases in your face brought on by
Laughter, not by misery, which means
That we can't be together. Neither of us
Has the wherewithal to let us live so well
As we do now while we're apart. It's tempting,
Though, to fantasize that, one day, this
Will change.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-30 at 16:19

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