3/9/11
How about a magic trick?
You're 16, now you're 36.
You're 36, then 81,
And no one tells you how it's done.
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
3/8/11
While walking down a busy city street,
A girl approached and passed me quickly by.
At no time did our glances ever meet,
Yet, I detected swollen, tearful eyes.
And as she left, my wonder lingered on,
Why was this wretched woman grieving so?
Long after the event had come and gone,
I had not let her air of sadness go.
Was it some failure causing her unrest?
A dream run dry, a deep wish run aground?
Perhaps some lover's quarrel caused distress,
When some upsetting truth was finally found.
I know not what had caused her to despair,
Except perhaps the thought that no one cared.
A girl approached and passed me quickly by.
At no time did our glances ever meet,
Yet, I detected swollen, tearful eyes.
And as she left, my wonder lingered on,
Why was this wretched woman grieving so?
Long after the event had come and gone,
I had not let her air of sadness go.
Was it some failure causing her unrest?
A dream run dry, a deep wish run aground?
Perhaps some lover's quarrel caused distress,
When some upsetting truth was finally found.
I know not what had caused her to despair,
Except perhaps the thought that no one cared.
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