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Contemplation

When we are young 
Only dreams dance in our heads
Lover’s trysts 
Holding hands a bliss

Then comes the trifecta of darkness
The long hours job
The stack of bills on the table
The divorce lawyer taking what’s left

I ponder and contemplate
As I sit on my throne
How to did it come down to this
All this constipation

Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2015

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Laura Breidenthal Date: 5/27/2015 8:06:00 AM Love your play with words!!! The last line though!!! Didn't expect that! lol! The constipation of contemplation! I've got to say, I'm really enjoying your poetry... thanks for visiting my page,otherwise, I wouldn't have come across such fine verses this morning! Will be reading much more from you! Always, Laura Login to Reply Arthur Vaso Date: 5/29/2015 10:27:00 PM Tiss I who should thank you, and I do, many a thanks!

Sharon Gulley Date: 5/26/2015 10:15:00 AM Love the final stanza Arthur and the picture too.....Sharon G. Login to Reply Arthur Vaso Date: 5/29/2015 10:26:00 PM Thank you Sharon!

Tim Smith Date: 5/18/2015 11:55:00 AM I wonder..... Login to Reply Arthur Vaso Date: 5/29/2015 10:26:00 PM I do too, then some days I am relieved!

Casarah Nance Date: 5/18/2015 6:56:00 AM ahh nice play on words with that last stanza. clever Login to Reply Arthur Vaso Date: 5/18/2015 11:36:00 AM Why thank you! :)

Nandita Das Date: 5/17/2015 10:08:00 PM So true. Different phases of life. I am now in that second phase. Long hours job n stacks of bills...superb contemplative write. 7 Login to Reply Arthur Vaso Date: 5/17/2015 10:16:00 PM Just dont make it to the last line!!!!! :)