Conversation Poem by Samantha Ashley

Conversation



It was a clash of vanities for you and I
Grimaces made for smiles.
We said simple things to avoid confrontation.
Hello. How Are You? Alright.
I knew better then to ask about the child.
It was one last favor for you old friend, old stranger.

Thursday, April 9, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: old,child
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