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I am grateful for what you have taught me
This bitter lesson in sublimation
Sweetens when the beautiful breve I see:
Your smile, which could conquer a whole nation
My erstwhile selves would clumsily have tried
To rescue you from mundane tedium
With a cryptic joke or sad attempt to hide
Desire’s surge; a contrast medium
Opaque to the x-rays of your bright gaze
But I am antique and weak enough now
To be immune to the hormonal craze
And acknowledge your beauty with a bow
Gratefully, I accept my beverage
As a reminder now to act my age
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (6)
Those last 2 lines make me realise I should act like a kid when I order a hot chocolate. Love your sonnet! 💌
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There is so much to think!
But it's so sad if we gotta act out age, lol. Loved your poem!
You can dream, though...right?
Drink it down and try another. Tip well while you sip and watch. 😁
I seem to remember another poem about a server...same muse?