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Romantic Succession from Reality

By Peter Scott

Sitting in a room
Controlling a crowd
I am met by a bard
Brown with overripe age
Too warn for white
He has a pronounced presence
To me alone
Prompting accurate conjecture
That I am audience for a story
Not one of mighty tales
More like a tragedy
A man's fate
Living life in the doldrums of self-affliction
Deprecation
This poor chap
Had it all:
Infinite resources
Little responsibility
A keen sense of the aesthetic
Fluid motion and acute cognition
With all the time in the world
To exploit his talents
Skim the day away with friends
And dream of even more to want
The poor soul was cursed though
Or so he thought
Without fail
Unhappiness followed joy on a taut leash
Pain with the last laugh
Embittering him to the world
Sometimes cursing all around him
But mostly crying inside
People were harbingers to such suffering
In their presence
In their absence
What made him want to go on?
He had no faith in religion
No vendetta to strive for
The melancholy fool just stayed there
Remained on earth
For a pipe dream
One day it would get better
Or he would find the strength to carry his claim
Of lusted death

At a pause in the recount of this tale
I solemnly inquired
What had befallen the lad
All torn inside
With nowhere to go?
There must be more
I unequivocally knew
For this old bard
Drunken with the realities of life
Played me with a coy smile
One of emphatic triumph
For his just protagonist
łA girl˛
Not just any lass
The young man had met a girl
With multitudes in common
They shared speech
They shared desire
Both had experienced the fight
And knew what was inside
Things that went beyond reasonable similarity
Were deftly handled
In the loving hands of empathy
So borne of a chance meeting
The two young ones set out on a friendship
Then a romance
Coasting the other through
Their old wrinkles in reality
To a domain called happiness

Although I would like to say they lived together
Forever anon
The reality is that I don't know
And might never will
For the old storyteller was gone
And I was left alone once again
To entertain my friends
In a room suddenly too small for dreams.



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