by SL Ruth
I was married to a youth
I was married to an older man,
I was in love twice,
but not with them.
I had some good friends
who held my hand and heart,
and saved me from myself
when my choices were not smart.
A few men have loved me
I looked on them as sweet
it'd be a nice surprise
to find a two-way street.
"Been married to a youth,
been married to an old man,"
Rhett declared to Scarlett
"You need kissing, my dear...
and by someone who knows how."
So, where in the world is Rhett Butler?
He may have missed his cue,
sure hope he wasn't one of those
I identified a roue,
only roguishly disguised
to my weary blinded eyes
from looking too hard for love.
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2 comments:
This poem is way cute! I love that I just read that book so he seems so familiar. Love the last two stanzas. Scarletts eyes were weary and blinded from pining after that sissy Ashley for so long... isnt that really the point of Rhett? He's really the archetypal character- the greener pasture- the mirage that is just barely out of reach. So where in the world is Rhett Butler...
I think you found your Rhett, honey! And I think I've found my two-way street. Thanks so much for being you.
xo
Mimi
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