A moment of joy captured through a bus window.
To the boys! Tie me to your torso Let the sun sculpt every muscle, But life is meant for living. |
light verse and musings from the lawnchair
A moment of joy captured through a bus window.
To the boys! Tie me to your torso Let the sun sculpt every muscle, But life is meant for living. |
With a nod to D.H. Lawrence……
Old man with a cell phone
The old man with a cell phone
and cufflinks on his sleeves
still tells his wife he loves her
each morning as he leaves.
He dresses like he’s off to work.
They both know that’s a lie.
(There hasn’t been a paycheck
since a year ago, July.)
He thinks of her as boring,
a cleaning tool at best.
His mistress has a PhD,
and looks great in a dress.
His wife’s at home, and busy too,
with the gardener in his shed.
He keeps it full of flowers,
but best of all’s the bed!
One sunny morning on the way to the office, I spied an impeccably groomed older man sitting at a terrace, writing a text message on his cell phone.
I couldn’t see his face, but he looked to be long past 60. He had chosen to keep his hair a bit long, combed back over his head with hair gel, those little curls just grazing the collar of his elegant dark suit (a look locally known as engominado), and I could see the glint of cufflinks on his sleeves. I had the first verse before I arrived at the office. Naughty me, I knew where it was going to go from the moment I saw him.
Old man with a cell phone
The old man with a cell phone
and cufflinks on his sleeves
still tells his wife he loves her
each morning as he leaves.
He dresses like he’s off to work.
They both know that’s a lie.
(There hasn’t been a paycheck
since a year ago, July.)
He imagines her as busy,
ironing his shirts,
and as he texts his mistress,
briefly wonders if it hurts.
But no harm done, a man’s a man!
It’s always been this way!
(Unknown to him, his wife has guests,
a new one every day.)
Rhyme - With Good Reason
light verse and musings from the lawnchair
light verse and musings from the lawnchair
Flowers to feed the soul
light verse and musings from the lawnchair