Impossible

Will I change my ways? Oh, darling,
Be serious. I am too old. I can't. I won't.
Will I suddenly see that your face is not
Beautiful? Will I conclude that you are
Not sweet? Why don't you ask if I
Cherish America? No and no and
Emphatically no. Will I love you
Forever? We'll just have to see.
Will I reach for your hand, which
You never will give, and suggest
That we slip away, out of America,
Traitors to idiots, true to ourselves?
I'm aware that I shouldn't, that you
Would refuse, so, wherever I go,
Be it Uruguay, Mexico, you will not
Go with me. You will be beautiful.
I will be lonely, and on my own,
Never changing my ways, never
What you'd call serious. I am too
Old. When I die far away, do you
Think you'll be sad? Say you will
Just to humor me. I know you can't
And you won't.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-05-19 at 15:00

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