The Celibate
No image of himself
Too near in time
Shrunk back from, in cowering
This o'erpowering.
As what aged, bent, but for
Which missed chance, o'er
Love's, shows remorse so pronounced.
A life denounced!
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2022
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