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Heads up

Oh no, many heads will roll
After these twenty years so droll.
After ten their eyes rolled back
And such they uttered: “Poor ol’ sad sack.”

She married wild and much too early
And outside her station, “Oh, most surely.”
There is very little we can do now
Except shake our heads and wonder how.

She’s stuck around like a head on a pike.
She has given him pain, but much delight.
But the naysayers still shake their heads
As if that’s all that need ever be said.

Oh no, many heads still roll
After these twenty years so droll.
After ten their eyes rolled back
And such they uttered: “Alas and alack.”

He’s such a goofball, they did deride
And these were friends on his side.
“He’s weird and crazy and even a dope.”
Still she never once gave up hope.

These twenty years have been quite heady
Even those that weren’t quite steady.
The days have passed in the blink of eye
Even for eyes perched way up high.

Each moment has been like a stone
In building a castle called a home.
Few are left who say nay to them
And their chances grow ever slim.

Oh no, all those heads will roll
And that rolling will take its toll.
Heads now are perched high up on lances
With eyes blank, no longer giving glances.

–poem by David E. Booker