My Good Days and My Bad Days

I have my good days and my bad days Eros has trimmed his brows somewhat Setting off to some far distant land in a haze Trailing over the side of the boat his worn love-knot. Prejudice sits quietly on my window sill Its’ hard to forget and hard to remember How he lit up my days so much I could fill A cornucopia with fruits in this mild December Now he’s definitely gone, his last plea You’ll regret this, a net over his shoulder I’ll leave you to your reminiscences and your tea As you gradually grow older and older Remember, I left you with a loving child To gladden your heart on my return from the wild. (c) Rosemarie Rowley 2014