The Return Of The Long Face Poem by Gulliver Gimble

The Return Of The Long Face



What is this conjured memory?
This state of lost disarray.
Such hope and then, such anguish.
It is the return of the long face.
When frowning seems second nature.
Lost and lonely eyes wonder about.
Almost subdued by passing streetlights.
The eyebrows turn upward, unnoticing.
Others can see your pantaloon worries.
It is the return of the long face.
When an upside down smile becomes real.
Knowing there is nothing you can do.
What has been done, has been done.
Still, you look forward as you look back.
It is now, that battles are neither won nor lost.
Memories never win or loss.
Its an equal game, with equal players.
It is The Return Of The Long Face.

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