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      February 10, 2020Wherefore Art Thou?Alan C. Fox

      I hasten to assure
      All who wander by
      I live, a pragmatist,
      And know regret
      Like Romeo and Juliet
      Fallen in love.
      We know the launch,
      Pure joy, but
      The landing, endless
      Sorrow, I confess
      I picture those two,
      Married for years,
      Three kids, a million fights,
      Romeo at the pub, he’s out,
      Juliet at home, with gout.
      Do I long today
      For all my Juliets?
      Prithee, kind reader,
      Not at all, I’m sane
      With my Juliet who will remain.

      from #66 - Winter 2019

      Alan C. Fox

      “I began writing this poem to honor my Juliet of almost 50 years ago, who committed suicide on April 15, 1971. But the poem reminded me how very happy I am with my wife, with one hiatus, of more than 35 years.”