And now?

At a progressing maturity of age

The artist takes to berries and

Red wine at times

To feed his glowing furnace of life

And to stoke the lowered flames

Of passion.


He notices the growing numbers

Of lonely women

Seeking love and companionship

Yet selection seems cumbersome

No longer bound to incidents of



Since sometime he had been

Searching for his first love –

First for them both and remaining

Something he did neither forget

Nor feeling it been finished

So hope was still alive to act on

This sweet discovery and his dream

He harboured all his life.


Having lost his possessions

Ignored in his profession

His place of birth did not keep

His driver’s license records

He felt abandoned and then

Fell back on new friends and

A love his past Muse promised

To send to him.

Voila. Keep alert. She said.

Be prepared and be quick.


He rather took his time.

And now?






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