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Life seems rather sordid now, seen through
These compound lenses of betrayal. Once,
You were the one, the beauty in the boudoir,
Youth, against the sag and sourness of Madam,
And I cherished you, but I've grown weary of
Misfortune. Have you ever had a day when
Things went right? I doubt you have. You've
Never made one known to me. Meanwhile,
Just across the street, a fetching, mousy woman
Passed. She walked her dog. She does a
Couple times a week. She looked at me,
And I, intent on breaking free of sorrows,
And of sourness, began to pet her canine
And to worm my way into her heart.
The dog, I think, was unimpressed, but she
Grew pliable and led me home to what seems
Sordid now, and I'm contrite, a little,
For betraying you, and, once again, my wife.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-08-11 at 00:23

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