I hear them whisper
How I’m hopeless
Incomprehensible
Unfathomable
Of how hope works
Without
All the falsaties.
I’m not claiming to know
But
I’m too old
I tell you
To cheat my time
Whatever is left;
God how I so often hope
tis not long,
With dreams
So many times
Diverted
In one lifetime
Of all the things
I will have or be.
All forgiven
To this point –
From my perspective
So many of us
Deserving release from
These relationships
That should have never been –
Bad matches
Set in time
With misery.
Poetry
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