Flawed FidelityA Poem by David Lewis Paget‘Life
is a great disappointment,’ mused The
sailor on the quay, And
he sighed again, and frowned, and then Looked
sadly out to sea, ‘We
start by thinking it wonderful With
a whole wide world out there, But
the world is thin, and it hems you in If
you have no love to share!’ The
man he’d met on the promenade Stood
silent by his side, The
sun dipped into the ocean on Its
slow but stately ride, The
Moon, the queen of the evening rose To
light the Milky Way, ‘I
shouldn’t have gone to sea, but then She’d
have left me anyway!’ The
man in the cheap and shoddy suit Had
nodded in the gloom, His
thoughts were locked in the high rise block, That
he’d left that afternoon, She’d
pushed him out on the balcony Still
dressed in her negligée, ‘You’d
better not come around again, He’s
coming home today!’ ‘I
thought I could go and roam, while she Sat
patient, waited here, The
love in her eyes had gone, when I Came
back, the following year, We
muddled along for two more years, She
couldn’t look in my eyes, When
I asked her who she was seeing All
I got was a pack of lies!’ The
man in the cheap and shoddy suit Thought
of his wife at home, He’d
told her about some meeting, but He’d
wandered the streets alone, Hoping
she’d keep their rendezvous Continue
their brief affair, And
he thought of her long and shapely legs And
the fragrance of her hair. ‘Marriage
can be a terrible bind, We
think it will last for life,’ He
said to the sailor, dredging up Some
thoughts of his faithful wife, ‘But
wives get dull with the passing years And
they lose that vital spark, So
a man must find a lover…’ They
both nodded, in the dark. ‘I
said that I’d meet her here, at six,’ He
checked his watch again, ‘She
said to stay, she would get away If
she could, by half past seven.’ ‘Mine
should be any moment now, Her
man has gone for the night, She
says that she’s dull and bored at home, But
she’s feisty, and she’s bright!’ They
parted then at the quay, each walked Some
way, then stood in the glow, Of
a dimly lit street standard Lighting
the sombre street below, Then
a woman walked up to the sailor, Gave
him kisses, long and deep, While
the man in the cheap and shoddy suit Went
pale, and began to weep! David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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