• MY BEAUTY

    by UC Poika

    I've seen you on the street and in all the stores
    or sitting in your car at the semaphore
    you smiled at me when I was seventeen,
    and blew me a kiss when I was twenty-three
    and I thought of dating you at thirty-two
    though I was going with someone else in truth
    and at forty you were on my mind a lot,
    and I would have gladly been a fire to your moth,
    but when my hair turned gray but left me young
    your manners seemed stranger than all earth's tongues
    you barely looked instead of looking bare
    you never smiled, it seemed you never cared,
    but worst of all it seems to me sometimes
    you walk along with me now but you're not mine.