Aftermath

I bless my old friend,
fifty-five today, not seen

 

in thirty years, not heard
from in twelve, whose

 

teenage exuberance was
totalled, demolished,

 

after he had to take his
girlfriend to the clinic.





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Written on 2023-03-12 at 02:03

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2023-03-20


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Here is a whole story, compacted into a few short stanzas; a good one Thomas.
2023-03-12


JohnJohn
I cant help but wonder why. I guess thats the point.....
2023-03-12