194–If Wishes Were

she sleeps in our bed while

i write these dreams of more

though arriving here with her

at this late date has given me

all the more i dreamed of for

more than many years

why is it we quarrel letting

this passion turn it’s head

away from ecstasy why is

it that discontent is a rider

in our car on days when

we wish for other things

at my age is early retirement

with no pay i wish i had been

published by now, wish my

work had been more effective

but i do not wish for any other lover

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