Thursday, December 22, 2011

Wife, a poem


Life's a love affair,
a girl's sunny smile,
the dalliance of a day,

and Death's the wife who waits
while we have our fling.

Waits behind her shuttered
windows for we who have
philandered with the light,

when Life must surely turn
away to her next lover.

Stephen Brooke ©2011

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