(my apologies to Rob)
The sun that sets alight the room.
No normal man can stay away,
And I cannot, despite my gloom.
No, I assume a place in line
To listen as she chatters so,
And emphasize that she is fine.
She smiles sweetly, “Yes, I know.”
The jostling and flattery,
And knowledge that I won't succeed
Combine to take a toll on me.
I turn and let the others feed
Their vanities, and hers. I shake
My head and wander down the hall.
Her sister reads before I take
Her book. Again, I'm first to call
On she, whose beauty, like the moon,
Is cool and quiet, truly right
For one the sun exhausts so soon.
That's why I stay with her at night.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2010-04-28 at 15:28
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An Astronaut
She is so bright, they say,The sun that sets alight the room.
No normal man can stay away,
And I cannot, despite my gloom.
No, I assume a place in line
To listen as she chatters so,
And emphasize that she is fine.
She smiles sweetly, “Yes, I know.”
The jostling and flattery,
And knowledge that I won't succeed
Combine to take a toll on me.
I turn and let the others feed
Their vanities, and hers. I shake
My head and wander down the hall.
Her sister reads before I take
Her book. Again, I'm first to call
On she, whose beauty, like the moon,
Is cool and quiet, truly right
For one the sun exhausts so soon.
That's why I stay with her at night.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 48 times
Written on 2010-04-28 at 15:28
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