Tuesday, March 27, 2012

The Game of Solitaire



The Game of Solitaire  



Don’t you just wish you
had written that obituary?
Time: a waterfall
of love and peace splashing
on the reef of life. 

These were his thoughts
as they placed the flowers on
the casket.  Could they tell
he had already found another
body to keep him warm 
in the winter of his life?

There is no shame in not wanting
to live without the company of a woman.
But shouldn’t there be
a time to think about the loss.

Men are different in that respect,
they fear the cold
solitude of the morning after.

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