A post-Christmas / Pre-New Year blues poem….
Clusters of Butterflies
Torrents of Bats
Clear Pretty Blue Skies
Swarming of Gnats
Murdering Dogs
Laugh-n-Play Kids
Wallowing Hogs
Warm Coffee Lids
Friends who’ve forgiven me
Friends who’ve betrayed
Friends who’ve abandoned me
Friends who have stayed
Women who swing their hips
Women who don’t
Women who’ll lay with me
Women who won’t
Enemies Frenemies
Besties and spouses
Living in tenements
Dreaming of houses
The Creak of Old Windmills
The Flower that Wilts
The Strength of my Youth fades
The Jousting Lance Tilts
The Windmills keep turning
I don’t quite know how
I fought them all Bravely
But I’m
Leaving
Now.
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.
December 29th, 2014
Tilting at the Windmills of My Mind
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