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retributionFifty years ago almost to that very special night and that little bar where I fell in love at first sight. my black eye was throbbing there was a bruise on one cheek my body felt like a broken boxer's for the rest of that whole week and the boys were all laughing at the lesson I'd been taught broken eleventh commandment thou shalt not get caught it was outside her house where I'd been seen they thought I was arriving didn't know I'd already been and I wasn't really bothered about my aching body and head small price to pay for the hours we'd spent cuddled in her bed that was the secret neither told I wore my bruises without shame and in the little village she kept her virtuous name and in the same pub when they both came in very secretly we would exchange knowing grins and he bought me a drink to show no hard feelings and we both left the bar maybe both slightly reeling and we both got on with just living life but I never forgot the time of secret love with his wife Fifty years just flown in the twinkling of an eye. I never did get the chance to tell her a proper goodbye. Vote for this poem
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