I always remember your beautiful flowers And the beautiful kimono you wore When you sat on the couch With that tigerish crouch And told me you loved me no more. What I cannot remember is how I felt when you were unkind All I know is, if you were unkind now I should not mind. Ah me, the power to feel exaggerated, angry and sad The years have taken from me. Softly I go now, pad pad.
Added: 5 Sep 2001 | Last Read: 5 Sep 2008 7:29 AM | Viewed: 2804 times
A custom PoetryNotes™ eBook may be ordered for this poem. Get help with your homework - delivered in 5-6 days.
For more information...