I hasten to assure
All who wander by
I live, a pragmatist,
And know regret
Like Romeo and Juliet
Fallen in love.
We know the launch,
Pure joy, but
The landing, endless
Sorrow, I confess
I picture those two,
Married for years,
Three kids, a million fights,
Romeo at the pub, he’s out,
Juliet at home, with gout.
Do I long today
For all my Juliets?
Prithee, kind reader,
Not at all, I’m sane
With my Juliet who will remain.