Something to Consider

I would sell my motorcycles if you said
That you will move down here. You are
That valuable to me. I'd dress in snappy
Old-guy garments, be so courtly as Sir
Walter Raleigh and those other guys.
I'd show you off to all the world, strolling
Arm in arm with you along the river's
Promenade, and we could pause at trendy
Bistros for espressos and a bite. If you
Said "stop," that's what we'd do. If you
Grew tired, we'd go home, and, all
The while, I'd be smiling, so pleased
You were here.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-16 at 13:07

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