1971
Poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
Song About A Man I Know
Lovers little stranger
Sitting by the roadside
Hoping all his dreams come true.
Making up his fantasies
Wallowing in worries
Not much more can turn him blue.
Lover's little stranger waits
He knows he's just a little late
He tries so hard to understand his fate.
Lover's little stranger
Sitting by the roadside
Flashing back his life of old.
Making ups his fantasies
Wallowing in worries
Not much more can make him bold.
Tried but true's too good for him
His heart is strong but not his whim
He spends his time alone all feeling grim.
Lover's little stranger
Standing up so rightly
Trying hard to make a start.
Throwing away fantasies
Still he stands with worries
Not much more stands in his heart.
Lover's little stranger cries
He waits a while then dabs his eyes
He lives with all his hows and whys.
Lover's little stranger
Sitting by the roadside
Waiting for good luck to break.
Making up his fantasies
Wallowing in worries
Not much more can stranger take.
copyright 2001-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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