All my life
have I not waited
for a partner
a Muse
lover and friend
cast all into one?
I met her reaching out
and took her hand
pulled her up from the
edge of a cliff.
Being together for almost
half a century
would it be the whorl of
bad luck
and a long lost race
that turned into an off-track
competition against each
Everybody to himself
instead of together…
Throwing the good position
of having steered
through troubled waters
and good times
not only for all earned goods
but to heap insult upon injury
in the process of having lost
our souls
Love’s respect
the humane aspect
we’ve started out with
besides wings of hope.


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