BAGPIPES

My love
the first
(perhaps the worst)
her wild ways
drew me in.

To flirt like that
And not hold back
A bond
Did begin.

Impose, I must
The fact of thus,
For time shared
I am glad.

Something new
Through attraction grew
Feelings,
I never before had.

Rebellious tart
ungaurded heart
untame youthful lust

But married
with this priceless love,
memories
not worth dust.

In a minute of months
Her heart went stray
I sat
Upon a step.

First day hurt
through tears
pain
I wept.

The life and death
of my first love
I was left
to comprehend.

In harmony that day,
November 11th,
I mourned
with bagpipes in the wind.

~Willard Morash~