Sorry Scoundrel
My early twenties found me oft' a cad -
A scoundrel, nonchalant and fancy-free,
So casual of sweet hearts and a tad ...
Too focused on finesse and ecstasy.
I walked a line, precarious and slim,
'Tween gallivanting and my dignity ...
A crave for women, gathered on a whim,
As many rendezvous as I could flee.
I saw romance as something of a feast -
Thus tasting all the treats of life's cuisine ...
Until a broken heart revealed the beast,
And all the travesties I'd come to glean.
One unique damsel made me acquiesce ...
Despite my errors, loved me ... nonetheless.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Standard Contest Number 90 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. *
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "New Poems (8 Difficult Words)" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Sponsor.
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