Mo ‘n’ I

MO ‘n’ I

You’re seventy now
Who’d have thought it?
I recall our twenties

Here we are again
After all these years
Sharing an evening

Baring naked hearts
Across a gin or two
And a tear or two

Your conclusion
Too needy to share
Alone now and happy

My own conclusion
Can’t call myself happy
Contented feels more comfortable

My lengthy searching
Taught me call expectation
The mother of disappointment

We’ve given it all up
That bouncy folderol
Not born here to be loved

As you hear me out
Unchallenged or judged
As I you my dear one

Let’s do what’s next
Whether we like it or not
Each a poet with a spanner

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on August 10, 2020, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. This relatable conversation between two “old” friends is wonderful, Ben.

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