The Future Revealed in the Front Yard

If it came to this, I'd fail. I know.
The turkeys on the lawn are puffed up.
Manly men! They strut. Their ladies
Surely swoon, and your beau, he's
Like one of them. He's young and
Handsome. He can strut, while I
Am old and tattered, clearly past
The point of puffing up. You'll
Stay with him. I think you should,
And I'll remain your guilty secret,
Seeing you when no one sees,
And somewhat certain that you've
Swooned, although you've not
Entirely, and, if, no, when, it comes
To this, you'll let yourself be led
Away to nest with your resplendent
Tom, and I will watch you leave
In silence, having failed, I'll know.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-22 at 00:50

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