Below is the poem entitled C'est la vie which was written by poet
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He came back to France
Many years ago, to find his one true love
To have his life with her once more
the beautiful woman he'll forever adore
He longs to be the one to call her, his 'Mon petit Fleur'
The one to fulfill all of her dreams
As if dropping pennies into a wishing well.
To feed her croissants and pastries galour and together they'll sip tea
As they laugh about life and how it was meant to be
Together forever sat at their small corner table
In their special patisserie.
This is where I find him, all hunched over and alone
His face full of lines from the life that he has known
The tea for two, turned into one
The buttered croissants all but gone
As day by day he sits and waits
He comes at dawn
And waits till dusk
When the day bids its Au revoir
Before he makes his way back home
Deep down he's given up hope of her coming
But he hates to be alone.
As he tells me his story
I see the sadness in his eyes
They fill with tears as he mentions her name
His one true love that never came
This is just the way he's life is meant to be
In saddened tones he whispers
C'est la vie..
For Cyndi's Something French contest.