The Truth About Love

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Boxlicker101
Boxlicker101
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I learned the truth while in my teens,
That love was meant for wealthy boys
I saw the dudes with fancy cars
Collecting girls like shiny toys.

At twenty-one, I learned the truth,
That love was meant for handsome men.
With wavy hair and perfect skin
And women who would fall for them.

At forty-five, the truth was plain,
That love was meant for charming guys.
Who talked and laughed and had their way
With women who believed their lies.

Retiring now, at sixty-five,
The truth, at last I clearly see.
That love is meant for ev’ry man,
For ev’ry man excepting me.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
janis redux

and those of us with ravaged faces, lacking in the social graces...

WickedEveWickedEveover 19 years ago
this is the way you see it

And offering your perspective to the reader is what a poet should strive to do.

It's a nice poem, but I was thinking of something that would be interesting for you to try. Devote a stanza or two to each stage of your life and to the woman, or women, who were in your life at that time. If there is no one, make it up--you're a poet. :)

You start with your teens and boys with fancy cars. Maybe... Ann was the apple of your eye, but Ann loved the boys with Mustangs, and all you had was a used Pinto. Describe Ann, the way she flirted, the way she broke your heart, etc. This kind of story and those kind of details will surely stick with your readers, and be a joy for you to write about--I hope. :)

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