The Blues – a poem

July 7, 2014 in Coping, Poetry, Reflections

 

The Blues

when Regret presses its heavy palmsWail
down upon my shoulders,
looks me dead in the eye and nods –
‘I told you so’

I shrug,
return the gaze,
grab each wrist, and smile –
‘Hey, motherfucker, want to  dance?’

07-04-14

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