KEVIN
(Brother of Graham, husband of Jacquie, father of Xavier)
‘Life’s too short’ he kept chanting in his mind
He closed the front door and left the weeping behind
He didn't want to hurt her but he wanted more
His life was passing him by; he was only forty-four
It was now or never so he had to take the leap
He threw his suitcase in the back and started up his Jeep
His mobile rang; he let it ring as he sped out of their road
No more skulduggery, no more speaking in code
He was on his way to a woman he admired
She’d made all the arrangements, she was all that he desired
She didn't sit around all day complaining and moping
She breathed new energy into him, slowed down his ageing
His brother would have a few words to say
But, hey, it might be him one day.
Oh, my, Kevin.
ReplyDeleteAnother great one! I love these poems. Have a happy Friday!
ReplyDeleteSomehow that made me sad...great job with the poem!
ReplyDeleteDecision made? Or will something happen?
ReplyDeleteAh yes, the mid-life-crisis affair. Good luck with that one, Kevin. I'm sure it won't blow up in your face. (I assume the absurdly large amount of sarcasm is implied.)
ReplyDeleteYour poems sound like they could be the poetic form of some of the family stories I'm writing about. (Love Beverly's comment!)
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