A Curmudgeon Weighs His Options

This woman, Chris, who's in my life,
Is taking liberties with it. She doesn't
Seem to realize that I'm no youthful
Sapling now. I do not bend. I'm an
Old oak, and, faced with change, I break.
I lost my wife some years ago (she didn't
Die; she simply left), and, as my time
Alone has lengthened, habits gather
Force as laws, and Chris, who is
Obstreperous, seems unaware of those
Things I must do each day. I have to
Read the business news, the local
Weather, social network pages. I must
Have my smokes, and I must have my
Nap at two. She says that we should
Go to lunch, but hers is set at half past
Noon. A half an hour driving to her,
Half an hour eating and a third to make
The drive back home...and I have missed
My nap! I do enjoy my time with Chris,
But I know love's a fleeting thing,
Unlike these rules which rule my life.
If she insists on flouting them, and
Pushing, hoping I will bend, she'll
Find that, though I'll stay unbroken,
I will break from her.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-07-03 at 18:50

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