Yes, I think after reading the posts <br />so steeped in mortal despair <br />and oozing with anguish <br /> <br />Like the women <br />slowly twisting <br />lilac stalks <br />who come and go <br />chatting aimlessly <br />of fashions <br />in this and that <br /> <br />They wander the halls <br />of gray anomie draped <br />In darkest aspect <br />hoping without hope <br />that their eye <br />will light <br />on what <br />they know not <br /> <br />They come and go <br />chatting and texting <br />of trivia <br />and still <br />they despair <br /> <br />Once in an age or two <br />they erupt with faux passion <br />hoping their beaux <br />do not dwell <br />on their fading charms <br />and withdraw <br />as they must <br /> <br />Languid and hopeless <br />they will linger <br />through eternity <br />frustrated <br />and unloved<br /><br />Michael Pruchnicki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/women-who-dwell-afar/
