Solitaire: A poem 

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Solitaire as he cooks up his meal 

He strips the onion of its peels 

Eggplant does as fleshy veal 

in a vegetarian’s deal 

Life’s vacuousness sings with the exhaust 

Talents are no mirth when vision is lost 

For no one shares dreams that don’t last 

Only the present fades into the past 

Can patience be the victor of the day? 

Secrets like unseen stars in the night still stay 

The radio-clock that plays on the table 

is a reminder that time is uncontrollable 

The streets know not and speak not his name 

Age’s shadow is no picnic for his flame 

If victory is snatched away, is destiny to blame? 

For darkness is the outcome of a fruitless game 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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