The old man trudges slow these days

His labored steps abound

Where once he scampered with sprightly step

As he flittered all around

Now he wishes he’d taken the time

To find that Special One

Too late he discovered

That playing the field

Sometimes leaves things undone

About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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5 Responses to Casanova

  1. thenerdyscribe says:

    Great poem! 🙂 playing the field is definitely not the way to go!

  2. This sure has a great message, Sandra, and well written, my friend!

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