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...