Through many loves
and some marriages
lasting love eluded him,
like a bird fleeing a feline,
like a felon fleeing a fed.

Just when it seemed he’d
found true and lasting love,
like a mirage sooner or
later it had vanished.

Steadfastly he tried again
and again and again
but like a will-o’-the-wisp
it faded away and vanished
in the sobering day of
yet another forlorn love.

Bob Boyd