Monday, November 16, 2009

The poetry of a bored man

Gone
I lament for those days
when youth seemed
to bloom
(and girls)
Time could be
the problem
I seem to be
repeating
Looking back
Looking backwards
for something
I have forgotten
Prayers recited
while my thumb
extends to
write a passage
of time.

2 comments:

  1. I really love your poems. I wish you posted more. I look for them far more often than I find them.

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