Friends With Benefits
I doubt you will believe me,
but I swear
that bitch death,
is swiftly catching up on me ..
And so, if we are not
still strangers by this time
tomorrow ..
Then might I respectfully
suggest, we may
just as well become lovers ..
Or indeed,
at least friends, with benefits ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments7
Unfortunately Neville we are nearer our end than our beginning but our end still has a long way to go before we reach it.
Andy
Thanks no end oh' golden one .. Neville
A proposal? At this age benefits are merger and coitus interruptus is usually by heart attack from over exertion. Great write
and I just thought I had a fever .. 🙂
A day at a time, Neville...a day at a time....
I would wholly agree with you Dave ..
'Tis my mantra.....!
I really have no objection what persuasion you are sir .. go for it ..
A swoony write N?
Too late, its all done n dusted ..
Swoony benefits. lol.
At a certain age we give up on "friends with benefits" and settle for friends who are breathing. Your poem is one that senses the later part of life, which is funny if your sense of humor becomes self-deprecating. Got a chuckle out of this one. - Phil A.
Your opening sentence made me spill my green tea all down the front of my blue jeans Phil 🙂
Well done. Remember, the price of life is death.
and of course the price is non negotiable .. cheers Dan D .. Neville
Sounds like the beginning of a new book? Sign me up. 😉👍
Count yourself in .. 😎🤞
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