Love Came to Visit Me

"Love Came to Visit Me."



Love came to visit me, shy as a fawn.
But finding me busy, she fled, with the dawn.
At 20 the torch of resentment was lit.
My rage at injustice waxed hot as the pits.
The flux of its lava cleared all in its path.
Comrades and enemies fled from its wrath.
Yet lovers grew wary, once novelty waned
To lie with a bloody man, his terror unfeigned.
At 30 my powers seemed mighty to me.
The fruits of my rivals, I shook from the tree.
By guile and by bluster, by night and by day,
I battered and scattered the fools from my way.
And women grew willing to sham and to bluff.
Their trinkets and baubles cost little enough.
From 40 to 50, grown easy and sly,
I wined them and dined them, like pigs in a sty.
We feasted and reveled and rutted in muck.
Forgetting our peril, forgetting to duck.
Forgetting times arrows are sharper than knives.
Grown sick to our stomachs, and sick our our lives.
Love came to visit me, shy as a fawn.
But finding me busy, she fled with the dawn

- Dennis Felix

P.S: The Photo was taken at a park in Pondichery,this was a candid shot without any composition.I just saw this young fellow sitting and reading the book and noticed something nice.so took the shot with a cam from my college buddy Suresh AKA 'Kosu'. I was rumbling through my old photos and found this one interesting .So I posted same with this poem ....that some how I felt a strange connection .