We flew a kite but he was <br />clouded by Veronica <br />Amassing CDs as I tuned <br /> on my Harmonica <br />Kind of unmoved in bed <br />But craving sex <br />Into football but losing his pecs <br />Turned Veggie <br />as I dreamed of meat <br />Hard up days- when it was a treat <br />Depressed about his past <br />but I lived the present <br />Juggling the balls of life <br />Which were incessant <br />Pleasantly, sad moody man <br /> I Kicked him along like a can <br />I was always going to fly away <br />Like a kite, or bird or a plane <br />while he would stay and <br />Write his sorrows again and again.<br /><br />Yvonne Rautenbach<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-and-low-as-a-kite/
