For One Bauble More

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

I give my love for one bauble more
I arranged it to appeal to the core
I have a plan to resist for a time
But I forgive you your absence of a strong mind

Under your love and awareness
I will not take for granted preparedness
Lets step back and see what we find
A hell of a future for a bauble of mine

But lonely as anyone can be
I sit here and sigh for past memories
And though I be a wench with more then a bit
I control my hope of love of a tit

So one bauble more is what I will ask
And I will not retreat until I’ve had of drink in the flask
I am only going to do it one more time my friend
Then I will pull up my drapes and leaves will grasp The End