The New Love Poem by Dorothy Parker

The New Love

Rating: 2.7


If it shine or if it rain,
Little will I care or know.
Days, like drops upon a pane,
Slip, and join, and go.

At my door's another lad;
Here's his flower in my hair.
If he see me pale and sad,
Will he see me fair?

I sit looking at the floor.
Little will I think or say
If he seek another door;
Even if he stay.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rose 28 March 2022

very sad

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Leroy 25 February 2019

Of my ex

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Genevieve 27 September 2018

It is hard to get your hopes up after awhile...

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Dorothy Parker

Long Branch / New Jersey
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