I don’t fish anymore
I barely ride my bike
The zest comes and goes
In/out of my life
Whence once obsessed
The wonders of young life
The flame flickered, with time
Somehow I lost my wife.
We moved like a dance
Becoming each other
Perfectly fit
One for the other
Totally possessed
What joys I found
For-grantedly blind
In relation profound
In that life dream
How I enjoyed our commitment
Thought we thought as one
I failed her resentment
A confession to make
One I wasn’t aware
It was a mistake
I did overbear
We traveled about
Mostly following my dream
We raised three children
With love’s self-esteem
She was born a mother
Babies were her life
She so enjoyed children
Not so much wife
It was my flaw
Our last time together
We traveled abroad
We saw things together
Mass-ed the Pantheon
Then come midlife
And the great divide
Planted by others
We weren’t the same side
When did she leave me
Where did she go
My house is divided
I’ve nowhere to go
Without her I’m lost
Tearful I write
Wishing and hoping
A warm bed tonight
The party is over
The dancing is done
My life is empty
Where is the fun
If this be my burden
If this be my yoke
I must admit
I’m ready to croak
I hope someday
I pray to above
Thankful for decades
Spent with my love
9/17/2020
*The recent quote/song by Bob Dylan, was according to him, his apology for being such a cocky know-it-all butt during the sixties. An amazingly astonishing thing for him to say, sing and do! With age comes wisdom. Once again Dylan, the poet, has taught us a lesson. It’s a lesson I have learned and tried here to emulate. Thank you twice, Paul.
“Sometimes you write poetry.
Sometimes you sob.”
twt