Bare Bones Bob
Pretending he has all he needs.
On two wheels of ILLUSION, he rides his steed.
EVENTUALLY the ride is over.
To find him lying in a bed of clover.
Reminicing is his favorite game.
You'd never know he feels any shame.
Partytime comes and he fades away.
Attentive INFUSION leaves him in dismay.
Longing for a comfortable corner.
Always seems the INEVITABLE mourner.
Concience sighs with casual levity.
Evoking riches of unusual CREATIVITY.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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