Alas, I thought you loved me
But you did not in reality
I know for facts that you love money
Success, my dreams, and property.
Yes, you did not love me
Because of the fashion you reacted
When you and I were in need of the almighty money
Oh! You became wicked, kooky and swollen-headed.
For some alien reasons, you thought that I was
At the nethermost hull or keel of the ship
But you forgot that life can be a long trip.
Forthwith, I definitely know that love
Had nothing to do with the sweet-smelling rose
I’m forevermore resigned to flee like a brave dove.
Copyright © May 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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