Soliloquy III

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)
#eStreetWriters

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