Every Afternoon at Four
Every afternoon at four o'clock...

I've spoken many times before
Of the choices we must make...

Cranky poets make me smile
So many excuses for lack of style...

There are
two hundred...

Silver bells and cockle shells,
overdue bills in a row...

Would that this road
had been a bit smoother...

Leaving today, back to the place
Where my heart continues to sing...

Many more years of a life
Sacrificed on the altar of errant choices...

No longer whistles do I hear
When construction zones I'm walking near...

Not to contact you again was your request.
One that I have honored these many years...

She reminded me
of a lovely orchid corsage...

Heavy weighs the stone of life
Upon this weary soul...