4:31 PM

It seemed the right thing to do.
The feelings were bearing down so strong;
Turns out I hadn’t a clue,
And at 4:31 I was oh so wrong.

Took weeks and weeks
To see the complete folly in the thought
That the best way to simplicity
Can be found embracing what I wrought.

Alone now profoundedly
Writing verse in sad repose;
Whither thou goest?
Who knows?

“Wishing you well.”
Goes without saying.
All protestations remain
As more tepid braying.

Admission is painful;
When Love was thought strong,
But at 4:31, record it:
I was wrong.

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

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