To a Forgotten In September...
Last night, her premature redemption
left her wondering, If she ever was one
EVER WAS A WOMAN…
she was, perhaps, before she ever knew
EVER WAS A WOMAN…
she was the one, to her- the fellows flew
Who’s now dreaming- not of her owns,
having to rush that she’d only known
Ghostly misplaced -herself in yesterday,
waving farewell, her matinee…
EVER WAS A WOMAN…
that she was, she hardly had to explain
EVER WAS A WOMAN…
who will forever come again!
Copyright © Johnny Zephir | Year Posted 2007
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