Comfort 

Love for us became a comfy chair
The cushions over years were saggy old
Thought forever we’d be seated there
A blanket on the knees to ward off cold
Comes the youth to interrupt our home
His eyes so shify shaded from my sight
Future I thought once was ours to own
Was taken in the sordid heat of night
Lustily you traded in our trust
You offered him your rusty nuts and screwed
Hose you waved around will one day bust
And when he leaves you’ll see the world has skewed
Comfort cold is nothing but despair
I sit upon an old and lonely chair

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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