They Flee from Me
by Ralph La Rosa
A Song at Seventy
Where have the sirens flown
who wooed me with their eyes,
seductive songs and sighs
when I roamed all alone?
Enraptured by those raptors,
all with hearts of stone
that wore my flesh to bone,
I hungered for my captors.
They had me on the run,
and I ran down. Time flies,
but I still love their lies—
all lovers lie for fun.
