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Written by: jeffry cohan





                      A DICTUM BY DARROW

If you add an “s” to the word care you get scare
Perhaps that’s why it scares me to care
I’d like to care but simply don’t dare
And to me that really isn’t very fair

Lately they’ve all been walking away
The ones I care about that is
The women who betray my trust
And do what they must
But what they must do invades my shell
And relegates me, once again, to a hell
Clarence Darrow said that the first part of our lives are ruined by our parents
And the second part is ruined by our children
Well allow me to add an addendum to that theory
A theory that leaves me more than a little leery
If one is privileged to live a third part of his life
That part is ruined by our lovers
That’s what one discovers with the loss of love
And the happiness therein
Oh, what can I say except for that is a sin
So what can I do but cling to my dreams?
And why can’t it ever be the way it seems?
So often it appears I’ve found everlasting love at last
Until I am cast aside in favor of something easier
Something less complicated
And once again the woman is implicated by impatience
And her unwillingness to remain by my side
So that’s why so many women have lied
Lies with the implications of imperfections
Until thus I have fallen under their spell
And relegated, yet again, unto a hell

So now you know the letter that turns care into scare
Two words I find difficult to bear
There have been women unable to completely share
And to me that simply doesn’t seem fair
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