While in school I was king;
At my door lasses would sing,
But now that only memories ring,
Even the homely refuses to cling.
I hear not the ticking of clock,
Long enough alone in my block,
Write and read, evening on a walk,
Still unsung, no dame would knock
I cannot love two at a time
But faithfulness is now a crime.
A shopping, not a rhyme,
Else the bum, no right to climb.
It gets very cold these days,
A ton my pintle weighs,
Hoping at last, patience pays.
I’m going away, Lucy says.
– Lord eBay (and his random ruminations, 2018)