Jan 22 Poem

One Too Many Times

I walk home,
frayed dignity pulled tight
around my empty pocket soul
this windy night,

pained I couldn’t save
the maiden in distress—
couldn’t even
save myself when pressed.

She taught cold cash accounts
for more than love:
Even when a flame sparks
expect a mighty shove

if you’ve nothing
to your name
but a box of wishes
and life’s hard counterclaim.

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