June 5, 1993
2:00 a.m. 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Nearly Twenty Years After the Last Love Songs"
I kept writing the last love songs Although they came years apart... And I thought I had found many open books to peruse with my existence Nobody picked up my book of life Nobody cared to read me And my lifebook of poems yellowed with age And nobody cared what was on the page A relationship nurtured, I gave of myself But she can't read me either My life sits on the shelf I did try to read her but her words grow confused And when I open my heart I feel lonely, abused Someday I'll find fulfillment I scream with a sigh Someday you will read me Someday you will cry And nearly twenty years after the last love song was sung I'll climb down life's ladder hold on the last rung Keep a firm grasp of my little book in my hand and I'll keep hoping Someone picks it up to read
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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