Asian woman
Her eyes get smaller when she smiles
And she has driven several miles
Where we can talk about our new lives.
She’s divorced like me.
A son and daughter like me.
But it’s hard to see
If they are new lives
Or the same old pond that ripples when
You see a hope of love but then
Your chances aren’t but one in ten!
Your life’s a lake that’s far too deep.
The things you carry won’t lay down
The things you own will not pay down.
And now those eyes are hidden by shades
As my Asian woman fades
Too real and too far away to be found.
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