1972
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Reflections On a Month Gone By"
A month, which promised so much last month Is past For days melt into others and you can't make out What was so special about yesterday I met her a long time ago And I think about her often Though I've forgotten her name Faceless throngs of men reciting "There goes a cool chick" But you try to make it and you can't yet I thought she was a cool chick too. Voices cannot comprehend the pain Of rusted love in your heart So they talk and I listen Listening is lonely Last month is gone
copyright 2001-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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