40th Year
he
pushed away that nagging truth that he was
being played
and played well
helpless
and yet
women
came and went through his lifetime
redeptive chances
beckoning glances
happiness
warm willing bodies and laughter
yes
laughter
they loved the way he looked
his warm voice and kind hands
they slipped
away
anchored as he was to what he believed
out of fear
sometime in his 40th year he began the game of watching
how far she would go
just to pass the time until she went too
then he turned and left
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009
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