Friday, September 4, 2009

BONUS SONNET: A Hermit, Humbled

Blood drives have set my social calendar
For too long now, I see, as my worst friend,
Who no longer runs Cheyenne's events -- er...
No longer makes the standard call whose end
Is tapping me, for which the dear still thinks
He needs to ply me with a fun night out
Of catching up, bar trivia and drinks.
He knows better, of course, but now without
That fall-back we have let a month go by.
Today I noticed this and felt bad, so
A bowling night has drawn me out. Now I
Sit in the alley drinking with comrades
And humbled. They forgive me these, my bads.

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