We are still concerned with Regrets and Uncertainties on this Day 787 of the Daily Poems. Our poet Rob Primhak has something to say about mornings that taste of stale wine and gall in this astute villanelle.
Freedom
Solo is free, but freedom is not all
hazard and gravity will have their say;
sometimes you need a friend to check your fall
Your childhood mates all tussling for the ball,
some drifted off, some grew a different way
solo is free, but freedom is not all
You were beguiled by the siren call
of solitude but found to your dismay
sometimes you need a friend to check your fall
You loved a while then love began to pall
your need for freedom led your feet to stray
solo is free, but freedom is not all
Now mornings taste of stale wine and gall
a bacon sandwich in a cheap café
sometimes you need a friend to check your fall
You often wonder if you loved at all
perhaps depression is the price you pay;
solo is free, but freedom is not all
sometimes you need a friend to check your fall
Rob Primhak