She Looked at Me
she looked at me
i was sixteen all over again
wondering,
what the decade would bring
hoping,
she would want to dream
she looked at me
i was twenty all over again
wondering,
where it had all gone wrong
listening,
to each and every song
she looked at me
and i was here again
watching,
the birds flying from the trees
aching
on well worn knees
More poems at
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/
James Garratt – Saturday 1st April 2006

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