accursed charm

part of my accursed charm
I never learned to be an adult

she was wearing
a little black dress
and a bored smile

hazel eyes
in candlelight

how many times
in our long and varied lives
have we been offered
the chance to settle down

flying fish
defying gravity
a thing of the past

to drop anchor
well aware
that the sails were furled

here I sit
two guitars
a computer
my brain

would I like to swap?

do I regret?

Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2015-06-29 at 13:45

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Regrets are useless. I enjoyed reading this. It is a celebration of a free spirit.