A Man Suddenly Sits Upright in Bed

Rita pack. We'll go. I know it's
Midnight. We don't need to wait.
The clock has ticked for long
Enough. The earth's grown cold,
The lives upon it colder. We are
Growing old, and getting much
Too rooted to this place, and to
Our dull routines. Let's fly
Tonight to Mexico, and wake up
Late to beach and sun, and
Drink a lot,and have some laughs.
The kids can take care of themselves.
Can we do likewise? Let us see.
We used to love to be together.
I believe we can again, if we
Can reach a proper setting,
Somewhere south, like Mexico,
Away from all that we have
Been. It's worth a try, so, Rita,
Pack. It's midnight. We
Should go.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-12-22 at 12:24

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