was there an error in my ear
or was she knocking on my door
when dusk has set in to empower
my hermitage and i freely cover
with silence my mind and heart
and lay my aging frame
those tired limbs to rest on bed
upheld by a simple iron frame
she insists now she has some old wine
some untested love that i should sip
before i retire, and she has more to offer
without taking away my chattels
© henry victor 29.01.2018
