Poem Hunter
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Diminishing Returns
( / Hull, East Yorkshire, England)

Diminishing Returns

This pretty girl has style and flair,
Will she invite me to her lair?
I swear there's something in the air.

Should I invite her for a drink,
Suggest a date at the skating rink
(For writing an ode is a waste of ink) ?

These things don't come upon a plate,
Or if they do, they come too late
Like something nasty that we ate.

So, dear friend, please do not scold -
Our warmest days give way to cold
And youth itself like love grows old.

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Comments (3)

Your style is simplistic, but underneath there is a real deepness of feeling that comes over so well in all your poetry. Thank you for this charming and intriguing poem.
I do like the third line of each verse!
I super love the end! Love and poetry can at times feel like Diminishing Returns!