Jilted
Lonely was the soul that I met
Wondering down the road and I
Felt compelled to ask him of his
Loss. He told me of a love a sweet
Girl of twenty one who jilted him
In favour of her boss
I feel I must confide his life was
Much the same as mine in fact
The girl described so like the one
I lost. 'Twas then I realised my
Mistake the man was I reflected
In the window of a shop
© Joseph G Dawson
09/09/2017
