By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There’ll be
no anniversary –
it was a date
you always forgot

No doubling
of wrapped largesse –
I always gave you
far too much

You still wear
those gifted stones
Does their weight
not bother you?

Dimmed jewels
set in your flesh –
whilst you grip
another fool

There’ll be
no family parties –
no dates fixed –
no invites sent

Your time is given
up to strangers –
it is with them
you’ll celebrate

Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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