The Maypole

This is one of several poems published in poetry anthologies.


Once, I twirled around the gay maypole

For me the bells did toll

In my gown of flowing violet

I was my darling’s pet,

Alas, all that is in the past

You see it didn’t, couldn’t last

Today, the pretty young nymphs dance

My darling gives me not a glance

His faded eyes chase dreams of youth

He does not want to face the truth,

The girls hold streamers pink and green

The day is theirs to be a queen

They swing their flirty mini dresses

Toss long and silken golden tresses

Tease and touch their beaus this May

They have no use for men in gray,

My darling puts his hand in mine

For what is lost he will not pine,

I wink and smile, “Let us not roam

We’ll play our maypole games at home.”

Virginia Wylie

Virginia resides in Brookdale Orange City, Florida and is the author of the poetry that appears here. The views and opinions expressed in this poetry are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Brookdale Senior Living.


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