Couch

As the moments flit by,

    With inadequate ease,

With the women in perspective,

    And the bodies do tease.



And I sit and I greet,

    The oncoming fool;

But foolish I be,

    If I wish to stay cool.



For to laugh is to tickle,

    And to josh is to mirth,

Yet some pain be a suffer,

    For to anguish was birth.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

The younger frustrations of a male who didn't know his genetic mother. And searched for such in all women he met. And perhaps a session with Freud was his need.

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pudnsis1's picture

Beautifully expressed. I can feel the sadness within. Linda