Games in a Strange Bar

Games in a Strange Bar

Across a room of grim hilarity,
forced solidarity,
a rescuing smile lit my dark heart.

The room became quickly smaller
with this hint of comradeship;
my hopes leapt quickly taller
contemplating new friendship.

Alas, the smile was for another,
a recognized brother,
and game rules put me back on start.
Jan. 22, 1969

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About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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