Poetry

Curtain

there’s a moment when
happiness withdraws
sadness surrenders
And melancholy becomes
ones’s daily marquee

A star turn to manage
The act with appreciation
of this inevitable rote role
rudimentary

As any contrary performance
To the perfunctory is sure to
be punished both here and there…
and în perpetuity

gives one pause


Published by r.Douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.