December 28, 1972
Poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
The Morning After
Shingles fall off of old houses Though additions are made in the back And life isn't what those twenty-line passages In your highschool yearbook predicted And she's gone- along with everybody else Paupers beg for 10 pound notes But all they get are haypennies A long time ago I begged for love But she was too busy to notice... Now everything reflects The dreams we held so dear So long ago Everyone was a momentary Elijah Floating off to oblivion But I'm still here Writing the same poems And thinking the same thoughts ...And believing the same lies Waiting for Act Three
copyright 2001 by Michael F. Nyiri
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