Renaissance.
When men go
And give you
the heave-ho
They leave
such a hole
You know
where their vitriol flowed.
Be slow
to fill it
with another
Hero.
And, don't play the role
of the grieving soul.
Grow trees,
Train fleas,
and never say please.
Easier than you ever think it will be,
living, loving ,sowing, playing
instead of waiting
for
love.
Written about twenty years ago now, I happened to come across this going through some old stuff and liked it very much, whatever my situation seemed to be at the time!
