Poet Corner
Above: The First And The Last
THE FIRST AND THE LAST.
This beauty was first, to stir the thirst;
Tousled brown hair and hazel eyes,
A svelte-like shape; my lips were pursed
Would it all end in fruitless sighs?
This beauty was last, the spell to cast,
Smooth auburn locks with endless legs,
Expressive eyes- no need to speed too fast,
She’ll last the pace, ignore past dregs.
That first beauty, time has not cursed
Tresses now silken grey, moist lips smile,
Ankles trim, mind nurtured, nursed,
The very epitome of relaxed style.
The last beauty time has endowed
With patience hewed by hours apart,
Always gracious, we never rowed,
Always put the horse before the cart.
But what of this man blessed by fate
With two beauties for crucial hours?
At slowing pace, he’s a little late
For pondering over fading flowers.
Rob Farley
Knutsford, Cheshire