My first gLove
Lost on the bus
Absentmindedly
Or In the street
Parted in the snow
My stolen gLove
Taken whilst my back
Was turned
My fleeting gLove
Impaled by a stranger
In the street
On a spike
For all to see
My forgotten gLove
Left lonely
For too long
My worn out gLove
Threadbare
From years of absent
Emotion
My Christmas gLove
Ill fitting but warm
And worn
For a day
My lost summer
Lost summer
Lost summer gLove
Didn’t make the suitcase
Home
My gLove for life
Soft yielding
And strong
These are the gLoves
I have loved and lost
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 3:56 AM UTC
My first gLove
Lost on the bus
Absentmindedly
Or In the street
Parted in the snow
My stolen gLove
Taken whilst my back
Was turned
My fleeting gLove
Impaled by a stranger
In the street
On a spike
For all to see
My forgotten gLove
Left lonely
For too long
My worn out gLove
Threadbare
From years of absent
Emotion
My Christmas gLove
Ill fitting but warm
And worn
For a day
My lost summer
Lost summer
Lost summer gLove
Didn’t make the suitcase
Home
My gLove for life
Soft yielding
And strong
These are the gLoves
I have loved and lost
Copyright - Paul Goring 2011
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