Lawrence Beck Poems
- A Dash Of Bitters -new- Of all the women, who I know, None ...
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A Dash Of Bitters
Of all the women, who I know,
None mentions Michelangelo,
Or global warming, even elves.
These women talk about themselves,
And they, it seems, believe that I
Am rapt, though audibly I sigh,
As they go on about their pains,
Their disappointments. There remains
No time to learn how I have been.
Though they may wonder, now and then,
Or they may not. One cannot say.
They tell their tales of woe to me,
And quickly move away.