No Illusions- No Regrets
One night-
and vows I made
swiftly fade,
old despairs again replay-
happy night, sorry day
Same words
I once called lies
and so despised,
now seemed truth in disguise.
My oracle? Your eyes.
Old scene-
I knew it true
(and so did you),
poignant farce played cool;
you were knave, I was fool.
Sept 3, 1969
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.
Were you in your 20s when you wrote this? I can still hear “your voice” in it.
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I was twenty-seven.
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