The Company I Keep

My wife has called. It's Saturday. She's somewhere,
Drinking with her friends. They all believe that I
Should come. A guy from work has called me, too.
The gang is meeting at a bar. I tell him I'll be with
My wife, though I said I'm not joining her. I'd
Rather not be counting seconds, bored by tales
Of working life or children's foibles, recipes, or,
Worse, political clichés, or sports, or lives
Enriched by God. I know a few, with whom
I'd drink. They're sharp as tacks and well-informed,
But they live far away from me. We haven't met
In many years, so I content myself with others,
Books of splendid poetry and art, and music
I enjoy, the fields of corn beneath my bluff,
The swaying trees, and mostly drink alone.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-09-29 at 00:06

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