Heartbreak came late,
in twilight years,
Lurking to deal
The greater blow.
She was a jilty little thing
Saucy mouth and cocky airs
A bit of another and her mother
And I was another ogler of her charms.
Youth allowed her cruelty
And pity was all I could hope for
Yet perhaps, she might have
A kind little heart
Who glances at me and remembers
One akin to her father, as I stood,
Silhouetted against the pitiless sun
In these twilight years.