For A Dancer
Sad little face
Sad wide eyes
the nymph of you
belies your womanhood.
Ah, that I could by magic means
flower that within you unfulfilled -
But I am just a poet
writing words
released to air
like fledgling birds.
The strong survive
The weaklings die
Sad little face
Sad wide eyes.
poem by Jerry Hughes
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