Twin
Twins
40 years ago I let go of the twin that lived inside of me
My twin was a nice person and feared upsetting anyone
hence he had no opinion relying on me being called
unpleasant names.
He was also a heavy drinker and had no respect for women's feelings thinking it was funny when they threw things at me, Yes, it was me who had to take the blame
for his foolish behavior.
I fled in a night of rain, at a time when he would sit in a bar entertaining people (with my money) yes, he was
well-liked and droll, with a deep well of funny jokes
how could I ever compete.
I chose to settle in Portugal, via England, to confuse my twin who was a Costa Do Sol type of guy, the Portuguese are not as jubilant as the Spaniards which reflects in their Fado.
The problem is, they found a man they recon has been in the town's lake since the eighties, people said he had a cafe, this is worrying, I had a lunch cafe in that town
Am I me, or am I my twin?
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2023
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