Two Rings

by Philip F De Pinto

The time we slipped on two rings
And whispered to each other things

Which never and nee'r
Came to pass
But we lie here neath the grass

Forever and ever
Left to wonder what e'er

Became the two rings
And the whispered things

Were they hocked on the sly
In that great pawnshop in the sky


Posted on 03/16/2018
Copyright © 2021 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/19/18 at 03:33 PM

A clever piece, short in stature yet long in wry humor, nostalgia, and dreams of then. Thank you, Philip.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/21/18 at 05:23 PM

In your usual inimitable way you cause me to pause and examine the moments when I let those whispered things fly into unromantic oblivion. Last stanza is a nice culmination and awakening. Thanks Phil. I love your work.

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