Getting On
In spring, some old men’s fancies sadly turn
to thoughts of loves long lost, abandoned,
left in the distance, only dreamt.
Not this old man’s fancies, for I’ve been
lucky in love, and so remain, although
I bitterly regret the pain I caused
to those I loved and left.
For I have been a fool for love,
and hurt the ones who loved me
more than I loved them.
I hope they found true lovers they deserve
and forgave me, or forgot me.
Meanwhile, another April’s here,
and once again I am a perfect April Fool,
pranked by the lengthening of the light,
bamboozled into thinking that I am,
not young again, but maybe not as old
as I fear.
