At sixteen you were fit for kings
Who courted you with dainty things
But out of hubris more than pride
You would not be one good man's bride.
With many men you came together
Wearing shame light as a feather.
At thirty five now looking back
It's plain the value that you lack,
And when you look into the glass
And see the best of you is passed
You hear no footfall on the stair
To love the you no longer there.
As one who loved you as before
Would see you always evermore,
For through loves eyes a beauty seen
Remains as it has always been,
How quickly then the pieces fall
Destroying your protective wall
No clever moves were ever needed
To seal the fate that you so seeded,
And starting now to put on weight
And lose the appetite to date
You'll settle down at last to rule
A humble home owned by a fool.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Reworking and extended variation of a previous poem
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Comments6
Jabberwocky, this is one cutting piece. The chess imagery carries the speaker’s bitterness toward an ending that feels less like victory than mutual defeat. Dark, uncomfortable, and certainly provocative, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
This carries the flavor of a past era but still applies. Lovely rhyming and meter make it almost musical. Nicely done
This feels like an ex- footballer whose best years are behind him.
From rich to poor which happens to a lot of them.
It's funny how when young we're all Smooth and clear Skinned. Then end-up like a 10 by 4 of Dorian Gray.
Good Write.
Saying it as it is 👌rings true
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