"commedienne" poems
She was an exceptional light commedienne,
her lungs bursting with joy
indeed with finnese
she additionally dive acrobatically
into enraptured hands.
But her better stage half urged
period dramas
her thick southern drawl deemed unsuitable
and if it be said
over reaching,
she find no true instrument,
other than to burn in her Autumn days
filed under regret.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
Running to catch up with the guys and gals,
Every one of us is eager to meet their long ago pals.
Uber changes happened since then,
Now one's a mum , another is a commedienne. He is a CEO & the other is married again.
In each other's company we always find zen.
Oh how quickly you passed by such a special day,
Now we each have to go back to our own different way.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC