Strange Bedfellows

[David Bradsher]

The arrogance of youth, a badge he wore,
is faded at the age of 41;
his sculpted muscles, forged with weights, are sore,
although he claims, “I’ve only just begun."

“Still miles to go, ” he pipes, enthusiastic
about a future stripped of his regrets;
he used to make them daily—some were drastic—
and some still haunt him (in the form of debts):

but, all in all, he’s better than he was,
still fit, still single, rife with unctuous spirit,
a man who’d rather look ahead because
the past still stings him when he wanders near it.

He soldiers on, expelling thoughts of her
with quotes from Frost, and Karen Carpenter.

[bags123]

Excellent poetry as always. The last couple lines are killer.

He soldiers on, expelling thoughts of her
with quotes from Frost, and Karen Carpenter.

[heinzs]

You always get so much depth into 14 lines...