love or lust…symptoms the same…

i had to stop
by
aunt bea’s
to
discuss
a good friend
of
mine
whose current
love interest
has
alienated him
from
his friends
and
business associates
whom
he is dependent upon
for
a good portion
of
his income
i needed
to
consult
with
aunt bea
about
how to
approach him
aunt bea
said
honey
he’s
got
his nose
wide open
thinks
he’s smelling
a rose
but
ain’t got
nothing
but
trouble
and
there’s
one thing
i know for sure
love
is not only
blind
but
also
deaf

this is gonna hurt…

after a pick up game
with
my nephew
and
some of his friends
i stopped by
aunt bea’s
being
in the neighborhood
of course
i bemoaned
my poor aching bones
and
expressed my wonderment
that
she didn’t
have more complaints
about
such things
aunt bea
said
honey
if i complained
about
every ache and pain
i had
because of my age
there would be
nothing else
to discuss
she said
i’ve found
with time
one
learns
to accept
the pain
as part
of the price
for
existence
and
i’ve grown
to know
that others
suffer
spiritual pains
far greater
than those
of
the body

a cancelled duet…

someone
who should have been
a lover
has died
too much
pride
stood in our way
too much
honor
to say
the way
we really felt
how
each
moment together
was more real
than
contrived dreams
fostered
by
social graces
yes
someone
who should have been
a lover
has
died
along with
part
of
another’s heart

traits of wines…

on
saturday
i went
to
aunt bea’s
to
drive her
to
her class reunion
on route there
she said
sadly
there won’t
be many folks
there
this year
a few more
have
died
to lighten
the mood some
i parroted
that cliché
about
aging wine
tasting better
aunt bea
said
well
some folks
as
they age
absorb all
of
life’s bitterness
and
become
sour
to their
own existence
leaving
a bad taste
in
the mouths
of
most folks
while
others
gather
from life
all the beauty
they can find
and
so
become
fortified
and
complex human beings
not only
wiser
but
able to touch
all
the senses
with
sweetness