Sean

Sean I met a man with enthusiasm to spare He was over fifty with not much hair But with his mouth racing And his brain in gear, I just couldn’t stop listening and Wanting to hear. It was a breath of liquid Fuel. Like a super charged gust that boosts Acceleration and kills all rust. It gave me hope and replaced All fear. He was a gift and he was sitting here…. When he left I wanted him back, because he Taught me a lesson About the thing that I lack The thing not in my possession. He’d cured me for life Or was it an hour coz when he left I was a teetering tower. And slowly and slower my apathy returned The fires went out Which my soul had burned And then came the doubt It will never occur And I went to sleep And started to snore I wish I could see him every day, Don’t get me wrong I’m not gay, But the fire that burned And the passion he gave Is now locked in a cabinet A rusting, tin grave. And I’ve lost the key! David Cox 5/4/18