Just Another,
I cried a thousand tears'
To drown, in a pool of apathy.
Whence, chance meeting,
Of fair lady....now,
Ended .....with sweet sorrow.
At the parting of our ways,
My love has gone....
And I am a crushed,
As a flower underfoot!
Trodden upon unmercifully,
In the cold light
Of
Day?
Giajl © Jim Love