Tom Bell Poet Rhyme

I Remember

wobbly age ridden legs
struggle down the stairs
another glass of wine.....
so what, who cares?

friend, lover, or deceptive one,
how do I know the reality?
my patch-quilt teddy bear,
my only link to sanity...
still at your beck and call,
I give you all my poems
hope you love them all

but alone at night,
when the truth sinks in,
I am a man alone,
without my beloved kin

I've tried to be a good man
it seems I rarely succeed,
seems all that I admire
are the things I really need

my Rosie, my Rosie...
are you still truely mine?
or some lucky someone else,
if that's the case, just fine

one November 1970 kiss
sealed my unhappy fate
for the rest of my earthly time,
I have little choice but to wait...

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