Aristocratic Contempt

Aristocratic Contempt
By Raymond Weaver

We no longer live in the castle keep,
Ostentatiousness flamed poverty’s rage.
We, no longer, on silk sheets sleep.

We no longer live in the castle keep,
We will bide our time until the new age.
We, no longer, on silk sheets sleep.

We will again live in the castle keep.
We will, again, on silk sheets sleep.

May 22, 2015-revised.

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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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