A Poem

Keep On Moving…

Her eyes look right through me
As if I wasn’t there
It’s not the way it was
In fact, she used to care

But times have changed, today
More folks have come along
No longer a bright light
She’s found another song

I guess that I should go
To find a pretty face
Another girl to meet
And welcome to my space

Be grateful to share smiles
And break bread together
Write poems and laugh anew
Nothing lasts forever

It sure would be nice, though.

© 2021 Phil Perkins


Modified photo from unsplash.com.