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By jwb71913 Date: 2004 Jul 14 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.14.07.20.10362]] |
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I was nineteen she was twenty We were so sophisticated No food, but books aplenty We felt so educated We talked of love and lit Went everywhere together But when it came down to it There was no more weight than a feather At twenty four on the church rail Of Iglesia de San Pedro I swore a love that couldn't fail But we left it on the disco floor At thirty I found comfort in A woman some years younger We played at house and children And ignored our youthful blunder When holding on to nothing Became more than I could bear I took the child and left the ring To reclaim my savoir faire Though Cyrano hid under trees To speak his words of prose I chose websites such as these My glasses perched on nose I hid behind my glowing screen A glib and clever man Spewing empty words of love As if vomiting in a trash can I wrote of love and pain and sorrow Became master of my fate Then thrashed in bed until the morrow Struggling with my hate Four years four months I'm single now I sure don't see that changing Still tugging on a garbage scow Still sorting and arranging Once I wrote of current loves But now they're all behind me I'm going out into the world This monitor will blind me |