What Could Have Been So Nice
This is a song, a definite song;
Not a poem or a rhyme
Where the tune can go wrong
And the rhythms and time
Can go free.
No ‘goody’ or ‘baddy’, no good or bad luck;
This is a song about love’s tragicomedy,
Meeting and drowning in love;
Abandoning all for the newly formed bond
That lived out clichés: all used up and beyond.
The differences winning,
The love dance beginning,
Not yet awake,
Soon prosaic.
Small jokes evocative,
Stories you told –
Tiring and old.
Even the passion, romantic and wild –
Passed to desiring vapid and mild.
This is a song that is set up to mourn
What could have been so nice.
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What Could Have Been So Nice 98.4.7Lyrics; Love Relationships; Vaguely About Music;
Arlene Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 