Has Anyone Seen My Susan

John Jurkowski
September 2017
Has anyone seen my Susan? 

If you hear a voice that melts winter away, 
And is as sweet as any rose bouquet. 
Well that could be my Susan. 

If her melancholy golden green eyes 
Tell you she has been there and back. 
It's almost certain to be my Susan.

If she stands tall above the rest
Although it's only a simple test, 
It just might be my Susan. 

If her look says she knows where it's all at, 
And her striding proud walk will tell you that. 
Then it could very well be my Susan.

If it's hot she'll be wearing a hat 
Placed on her blond hair of silk profusion. 
It might well be my Susan.

 If you spot a flying silver Audi 
That's likely to be passing you loudly, 
There's a good chance that it's my Susan.


If her hands a sculptures dream might be, 
Designed to fit hands belonging only to me. 
Then you'll know that it's my Susan. 

Tell her I regret the things I didn't say. 
Please tell her not to stay away.

Copyright © John Jurkowski | Year Posted 2017

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