One hand

April 19, 2015 at 2:30 pm | Posted in Poem | 2 Comments
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We used to have a pile of friends;

we’d count ‘em on ten limbs.

But Time’s thalidomide’s cut in –

the ranks have rather thinned.

20 years have passed us by

(we saw them just last week).

Two sheep from ten hairy goats;

a chaff from 15 wheat.

So what I really wanna know,

if you’ve got time of day:

do I still join your happy few

and will you go my way?

Are we two pals who stay the course,

or will you turn me loose

to float off with your jetsam

when your star fleet hits the juice?

It’s me versus a hundred

as I await your call.

We used to love each other,

but love don’t conquer all.

Brought to you by The Feisty Empire.



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  1. It can be hard to tell which is the cart and which is the horse here. But count me in.

    • Hi, Ad! I was trying to make the poem versatile. Something others could use today, as well as a reflection of my own feelings a long time ago. It’s true I’ve done far more nipping than tucking over the years. I’m very relieved you’re on the bus. With kind regards and many thanks, P.

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