Wheel of Fortune

I spent three delightful days and two
Nights which passed by too soon
With J in Paris in the fall, and, sometimes,
I think that I ought to call myself a lucky man.
Who else can boast of memories of hours
In the Louvre, of homeward strolls from it
Along the Seine, of holding someone precious
To him on the Eiffel Tower in the dark to see
The city lights? Who's peeked into the stores
For millionaires on the Champs Elysee with
Anyone so cheerfully impoverished as J?
Then, other times, I curse my luck, as we've
Been far apart since then, not only out of view
But out of earshot, barely messaging. She's
Working and can't visit me...but I've resolved
To go see her this weekend. Maybe soon,
I'll see myself as lucky once again.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-08-06 at 17:21

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