(A Little Bit) Better Than Being Alone

In her day, which was some time ago,
She would have sneered at me, the latest
Horny clod who clearly hasn't come
To pledge his love. The men lined
Up, a helpless mob, each aching for
The chance to touch, to kiss, to fornicate
With her. She turned away all but the best,
The chiseled hunks and rich old men,
And life seemed very good to her. In my
Day, as she's become now, she would have
Turned my stomach. I'd have sought
A fresh young ingenue (who would have
Had no use for me), but, as things are,
And where things are, we find each other,
Two too-old, and broken creatures, cornered
In a trashy bar, good enough. We both
Are lonely. She won't sneer and I'm not
Gagging. We, in fact, say almost nothing
As I lead her home.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-14 at 19:16

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