There is no room within your care
For such as I with greying hair
Who's best years are behind him now
True love from such you won't allow
No matter I twice seeded you
And raise that which inside you grew
Rather would you choose the boy
To treat you like a favoured toy
And throw you cruelly back again
To be caught up with wanting men.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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- Comment from author about the poem: More a cold observation than a grimace of pain. I changed the last line from "To be snatched up by..." to better express the multiple meanings I originally intended.
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Comments1
Bitter commentary on a bitter disappointment .
I'm good at bitter. I'm doing it from memory now, which is better.
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