At_Last

He Winked At All the Pretty Girls G.F.E. McGuiness

Thinking back to younger days Which seen from here Are masked in haze

Of one slick fellow so uncouth In mannerism borne of youth. He winked at all the pretty girls. Just the pretty ones, for sure, From aspect of their face and form The twinkle of his eye inured Of momentary storm. Torpedoes launched from glance Were aimed At ships of dreams which we contrived. Heartless marked Were heedless maimed

As more were stilled Than sparse survived.

I, uncertain in my hour, Destitute by faith of doubt, Reluctant witness to that power, Learned what life is all about.

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