In the narrowest of lanes
I found the sweet shop.

Behind dusty crumbling glasses
dozed the old keeper
smelling of sugar, milk and sweat
over fossils of Paleolithic sweets
on a time machine from the century
he never was
to a millennium he doesn't bother about
clinging onto clay by pottery
not succumbing to synthetic
counting not on android
but accounting on parchment
with the art of finger's arithmetic
most intricately scribbled with pencil
announcing progress is a trouble
not designed for the simple
and contentment has no more nitty-gritty
than price and quantity.

Over his head
spiders worked and reworked
from the ceiling to the glass
as have been doing
since Carboniferous.

Leave your imperfections
that I might know that you are human
That your stumblings
might resound a warmth unto my heart

Thy errs find grace
and forgiveness
in the steps I tread
before you

For I was no better
nay worse
than the efforts of your globe
of conjecture

My golden orb
fails in warmth
As I dreams of avenues
and cobblestone alleys

Of love of those
I know not any more
**** , this curse of time's
finagling abomination !

Yet I find hope
in the rebirth and youth
Let two souls come together
and remake the world anew

As for my glory
It comes down to reason
and the hope
that our imperfections remain intact

Killing                                                    softly
                                  you

  We will always           be unfinished business

  You will always          be one of my wishes

     I will always      seek your forgiveness

         For not giving you all my heart

                  even after vowing

                       until death
      
                          do us
                      
                           part

Tried it
for 30 years.

Not bad,
but not
for me.

Now I agree with
Katherine Hepburn
who never married:

"I prefer
to live nearby
and visit often."

The simplest
solution so often
the most elegant.
   ~mce

I am not
saying you are
the best
anything.
I am not saying
you are not
either.
I'm just
saying,
you are mine.
You
are mine.
You
are mine.
You are
mine.

Trying not to be
A grump over something as
Small as sandwiches.

it will go like this
be both welcome and dreaded
slow sloppy confused
deliberate and final
that's how it will end with you

What do you get when a woman and man both married the wrong person?

Our parents.