Mere Mortal.

Ah, Timothy dear friend
Did she steal your heart
Cut you with those razor eyes of beauty
Break you in two
You’re just a man, mere mortal
Never in this world could you tie her down
No jewels, no cars, no house
Just free to take your soul
But you’ve been lucky dear friend
Bittersweet it may feel
No flesh to console
Just a heavy heart
Ah, Timothy dear friend
The game of love is cruel
But would you change it
No
We all want to be on
If only for a time
That beautiful journey.

Reviews

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

The razor eyes of beauty do tell me something here. Poor shmuck! So In the end, she didn’t leave him even with his flesh on. Full marks to him for trying though! I wonder when men will learn? There are some things beyond mere mortals! Very well put, Paul.

[Paul Bell]

Ah, some just don't learn. Sure he'll try again with a lesser mortal.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

I wish him luck. He can do without the razor eyes for sure 😹

[Paul Bell]

He's got a tortoise now. Bringing him out of his shell.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

I only hope he doesn’t eat it ;)

[Nicole]

Love the last three lines. I hope he finds his perfect mate soon if he hasn't already. Love really is a cruel game and so hard to win at.

[Paul Bell]

Sure he'll keep trying.
Are you free.

[Nicole]

Free is such a broad term. Are we ever really free?

[barleygirl]

Your story in a poem reminds me of my younger days when I was quite the vixen, in command of my feminine wiles, more powerful than the riches of successful men. It's a game which can "sting" on either side of the playing field, so thank you for showing us the guy's POV. I always wondered why guys prefer what they cannot fully have!?!?! *smile* You explain the irresistible appeal! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Paul Bell]

You vixen, Margie. I would have bought you a Wigwam.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Better to have loved...I hope poor Timothy was consoled by this cutting analysis of a former relationship and the good advice offered at the end of it. This is a different style for you and you do it so well. The elegant, eloquent language and formal conversational style brilliantly contrast with the scathingly indicting conversational content. Yes, we shed gentle tears for Dear Timothy and wish him a speedy recovery.

[Paul Bell]

Sure he'll bounce back. She was to expensive for him anyway.

[Beccy]

'Some just learn the hard way.'

We never learn though do we; feet first is the eternal order of the day. But as you say Paul, none of us would miss taking that beautiful journey.

Beccy.

[Paul Bell]

Definitely, she might have a stash of coins hidden.

[Beccy]

Well, he can keep his hands of my one pound coins. :))

[Paul Bell]

C'mon my intentions are honourable. lol

[Beccy]

Perhaps so, but unlike my father, I count mine. I mean, honour aside, a pound is not to be sneezed at. :))

[Paul Bell]

Dumped for a shiny pound. Looks like me and Tim have a lot to talk about now. Ok, just spotted a girl with a sports car. lol

[angel]

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose...
Sometimes you win sometimes you lose
And sometimes the blues just get a hold of you
Just when you though you had made it
All around the block people will talk
But I want to give it all that I've got
I just don't want, I don't want to waste it

Talkin' 'bout sweet seasons on my mind
Sure does appeal to me
You know you we can get there easily
Just like a sailboat a-sailin' over the sea

[Instrumental Interlude]

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
And most times you choose between the two
Wonderin', wonderin' if you have made it

But I'll have some kids and make my plans
And I'll watch the seasons runnin' away
And I'll build me a life in the open
A life in the country

I'm Talkin' 'bout a sweet seasons on my mind
Sure does appeal to me
You know you we can get there easily
Just like a sailboat a-sailin' on the sea

Talkin' 'bout a sweet seasons
Talkin' 'bout a sweet, sweet, sweet seasons
Talkin' 'bout a sweeeeeet seasons

Sorry; sometimes I am reminded of a song.
And nobody wins every time, as cheating, in the case of love, never helps.
And you're right; win or lose, we all get back on that merry-go-round, stretching at every turn for that brass ring.
Good work, Paul!

[Paul Bell]

Is this your own song.
Definitely no winners in the love game.
But we still want to play it.

[angel]

Alas, no...the song is a Goffin/King composition, sung by Carole King. I can take crediy only for knowing it.

[Mrudula Rani]

We are Mere Mortals with complex traits! More than half of our afflictions are self inflicted! We are not only capable of deceiving others, happily deceive ourselves! What a wonderful, thought evoking writing Paul.

[Paul Bell]

Hope this isn't you now.

[Onlyme]

A sad reminder of getting hurt in love. Particularly from a woman who is more interested in possessions and what a man can give her physically. Not with the heart, mind and soul thou. Which is far more precious in general.

[Paul Bell]

Some just learn the hard way.

[Onlyme]

That is so true. Wish life was not like that. But harsh reality it's.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

and you said you weren't gonna write about me Paul! (insert batty eyelashes)

[Paul Bell]

You wore me down, batty eyelashes.

[CD Campbell]

And with age there's the urge to be done with it all together. Enjoy our vices without the bitching. Sometimes a bitter heart is preferable, but I understand that love lost is better than not being loved at all. You expressed that in the best way any poet can. CD

[Paul Bell]

Yeah, I suppose the journey just continues.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

you are never too old or too bitter...if you think that you are it means you haven't learned that lesson....blowing kisses in the wind...