Discharged
Now madness has gone
Poetry's left me.
It's only when I'm in love
That I can write.
And now all I have is a chunky kitten
Who squabbles over food
And plays games with his chocolate-grey mouse.
I can write about him.
That's love.
But obsession
That throbs the words through the brain,
The girl with her head held high,
That is gone forever.
We'll be no more mad
And drunk on love,
Old age is very boring.
Even alcohol can't cure it,
A time for tea and sympathy
Between the lines.
Douglas Clark, Bath, England mailto: [log in to unmask]
Lynx: Poetry from Bath .......... http://www.bath.ac.uk/~exxdgdc/lynx.html
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