cHeAT

You cheat me my lord
With a promise made lies
No solace found here
In the archives of mind
For what is a memory
But the cheapest of wine
Distilled not with sweetness
But turned rancid with time
Seeping through cracked
crystal
Mocking and red
Tis a poor compensation
For the one who lies dead
You cheat me my lord
M P 7/4/22
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hugs Marion!.........................................................................................Jim
I think you just said it all Marion & said it so well, I might add :) x