Poem Number 3

She could swing for him,

all smug grin,

lopsided scowl,

all passions burnt.

They could have been anything,

gone anywhere,

but now she carries the bucket,

he carries enough disdain for the both of them

All gone to seed,

their best years gone,

the future, precarious,

set to work on the farm,

their cows, their livestock,

growing fat for someone else’s plate.

they say wouldn’t change a moment,

but they know that they would,

for one more shot at the big time,

sometime with someone younger,

smooth skin instead of callouses,

soft dreams in place of hard reality,

a full set of teeth, hair and no flat cap.

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