A Book And Its Cover
Sitting alone on a bench in the park
I gleaned and deemed and seemed
To be a pretty fine woman
To all who streamed and deemed and
seemed
To have a better plot in life than I
Who but yet in turn thought my life
Was by far a parade everyday
A charade, a play, a beautiful display
Oh, how wrong they were
Oh, how wrong I'd be in a sphere
I watched, I leaned and judged
With music in my ear and shaded eyes
The man there he beamed
A suit and tie, a noble steed indeed
Suddenly my music stopped, unstopped
by me
My ears sharp and inward iris focused
Listening to the whisperings of a silent
stream
I heard all I had heard but never listened
to
In a heart that walked past
Her smiles were like a bloom in spring
She seemed full of life and
spontaneously
Did all she loved and simultaneously
Succeeded in all she did
But I could hear her heart beating in sad
motions
As she wondered why she always failed
And why Cupid in her case had ditched
his bow for a gun
My suit and tie noble steed
Handsome as they come, sure to make
hearts bleed
Mr irresistible he seemed and beamed
His hands trembled, 'I need my fix'
This life is deep, I can't swim, I need to
fly
He dreamed and waited for his dealer
She sat a bench away
With a face with no smile to feign
That fought with a flint for who was
harder
She caught me staring like a fool earlier
And with her eyes put me in my place
What a mean being she must be I'd
thought earlier
A roughened road, a rope's ending
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poem by Jenim Dibie
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