Friday, 4 November 2011

The Tattoo

The Tattoo

It was about ten years ago now that I got that old thing.
It was at first an array of colours sewn deeply into my skin.
A flower it consisted of, the petals so beautifully done
That they appeared to wave in the wind when I flexed
And dance about, a whole spectrum of colours at my disposal.

But that's all behind me now.
I paid $100 for it, and showed it to my wife.
She had always been a sensible lady, not one for splashing out.
We were tight on budget, and I paid for it with that money.
I walked in and presented it to her.

And this is why, to this day I live alone.

by Richard Bartram