Driving through a tunnel
In Paris
Who was tipsy?
The driver tis said so
The press on a chase
Love in the air
Hearts a flutter for certain
A women in love
And a crazy affair
After years of resentment
And ugly confusion
Much prodigality
Wastefully so
A good women seen as perhaps
Too hot headed
But establishment icebergs
Unruffled were they
All around felt like tinder
Nervous and skittish
Depression and misery
Exhaustion too
A princess so loved
By the World and her new love
On their death beds
An out pouring of grief
So so true
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.