Jan. 24, 1973 Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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"Last Time I'll Ever Think About Her, I'll Bet...Part Two"

I
Hungry eyes, yes that's how I'll describe them
Hungry eyes searching, that's the word,
Searching for attention.
Attention in the form of friendship
Hungry eyes searching for attention
In the form of friendship.
Hungry eyes.

II
God was there in her little 10c Bible,
But when the bookstore closed He went home too.
God can't help her when she needs Him.
But wait
I'll bet God made her a match-
God was always such a good matchmaker
Just look at the great lovers of history
And Donna will make such a fine one.

III
Donna, oh Donna, l'll always remember
Those hungry, hungry eyes of yours
Grasping so firmly to your lovemate
And I think all you wanted was friendship.
Yes, dear. Friendship costs highly
And I'd say you paid a fair price
You thought he'd be faithful,
At least.

IV
He'd always been the class martyr-
He was so religious
Giving you dreams like it was 
Nothing.
He left you stranded with empty dreams
What could fill those dreams.

V
Was it my fault, Donna, that I
came by your side in your hour of
need. I mean, after all, I wanted
to be your friend. Good friends 
are scarce. I never cared for
you in the way you thought he 
did.
Was it wrong of me? I got sick
of your weekly love letters. I 
got tired of your hungry eyes.
I'm human, Donna, and now I
cry to you - even though you'll never
hear me. I told you awful things
to get you off my back. I didn't 
want a parasite - but you're human,
and I never realized it.

VI
You're sensitive
And you probably forgave me
But I'm sorry 
I don't want to think about you
I don't want you
I've got my own problems.
But I always understood you
And I backed away when you needed me
I realize it now
But it's far too late.

1973

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