I seldom walk
I seldom walk the boisterous lineleaving fading footsteps
in the wake of my passing
I do not seek a seat
by the final abyss
nor do I dream of forever
my broken body greets me
every morning with an old salute
staring back at me
with libido lost in surgery
I hear my garden calling
taunting me
bygone ghosts ride my days
regrets not so many
wish I was a serendipitous guy
with my own cards at the table
some days I just wish
decrepitude wouldn’t talk to me
Poetry by Bob
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2022-06-20 at 07:01
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 by Bob Latest textsI seldom walkthere’s a rumor there will be no full stop so many regrets who am I |
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