What is not writ nor put in a book

is the why and the where of which follows:

 

She left not just once; 

    the second time, twice.

        And the third was the icing of cake.

 

You knew that she would.

        Turn the corner, you should.

 

Well, someone still thinks she looks nice.

 

If food were for thought 

    on the incomplete sought,

        Forsook!

it’s another mistake.

 

For the book is not written

    on the many so smitten.

That still unwritten 

        story must wait.

 

And the story must be over to write.

 

Be patient, be cool;

    don’t play the fool.

 

Just remember…..

    it’s a lesson in Life.

 

 

 

©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn