The Bed-Time Story I Tell Myself

She'll end up marrying someone rich,
A surgeon or banker, whose name is Rex,
And they'll live over there, where the
Houses are grand. I'll be wholly destroyed,
The wreck of the neighborhood. Women
I've snubbed will walk by, and they'll
Laugh at me. “Loser,” they'll say. “Hear
Talk to himself,” but her husband will
Prove to be cold and unfaithful, and she,
Too, will suffer. At last, she'll come home.
Then, she'll suddenly realize she must
Be mine, and our lives will be as they
Had been.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-07-09 at 15:48

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