Without saying a word,
You’d me badly hurt.
Finally you broke the ice, harshly,
And via facsimile.
Shown me plainly your intention,
That our love has no extension.
It’s most regrettable ---
Got me wondering if ‘tis my fate.
Approaching my xth year,
I’ve a brand new fear,
That I’ll be another old fogy,
With a face so craggy.
Knowing I’ll be unmarried,
Will try not to be harried,
But work from nine to five,
Keep busy ‘til the end of my life.
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