T H E T A B L E -POEM 1

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TABLE

She was just a courtesan

she didn't expect to be accepted

after all,

she was new to the table.


She caught the Eye of one of the suitors.

His hair rosey and glazed,

Like the unforeseen sunset.


She was just a courtesan,

She was forbidden to see the suitor

but, he was far too alluring to give up.

One of her supporters captured the

Eye of her suitor.


She was just courtesan,

Ashamed of her tart behavior,

she let her suitor slip from her grasp

sending her into an abyss of sadness.


Her supporter had

her suitor,

Her suitor had her supporter,

And the courtesan was alone again.


She was just a courtesan,

Did she deserve happiness?

She found herself asking

"Who is godlike?" and "Who can I trust?"


Her other friends were too pure,

Too full of themselves, to be disturbed with her problems.

She was all alone.


She was just a courtesan

she didn't expect to be accepted,

after all,

this was a new table.


She caught the Eye of another suitor.

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