The Movers. Poem by dave lessard

The Movers.



Sharon's in Nevada,
Lou is in St. Paul;
I alone remain,
I never moved at all.

Pete moved to Missouri,
Frank went to New Orleans;
everybody's moved away,
only I'm here it seems.

Jake went to Nebraska,
May left for Tennessee;
I look for friends and family,
but here's none that I can see.

Sam drove off to Oregon,
Steve flew to Idaho;
there's no one left to chat with,
least, no one that I know.

Friends and family split apart,
by vacant empty spaces;
X-mas cards; they now come in,
from varied, distant places.

Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: moving on
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