Heartbreak

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.