Lovebird - Poem by Bernard Franklin
As I strolled through crowds all by myself,
and hold my head up high,
I smile at people passing me,
but wish that I could cry.
For I thought I had her love for life,
a good and precious thing,
a love so strong and full of joy,
it made this lovebird sing.
I tried so hard to do my best,
and worked till fit to drop.
I started at the bottom,
then worked my way up to the top.
Love cannot be a one-way street,
at least not for very long.
For a single lovebird on its own,
will soon lose its chirpy song.
Though I loved her more than life itself,
she turned from me and ran,
so the loneliest place in all the world,
is the heart of an unloved man.
As she took me to the cleaners,
and betrayed my broken heart,
she ripped my life away from me,
then tore my soul apart.
Even as my life lay ruined,
I still forgave what she had done,
for my past is full of memories,
of happy times and joyous fun.
Although our future’s wont entwine,
I wished her luck and love,
I hope she finds that special man,
who will fit her like a glove.
As the years went by the wounds have healed,
and I no longer live in the past.
for with somebody new to hold my hand,
this lovebird sings at last.
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