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by Barbara Griffith

I always prefered silver to gold.
I always stood in the shadows over the sun.
I was always second to your first.

Who did I meet before you were laughing with them?
Who did I ever get a hello from
before you were in their arms?

I guess I always got the eye contact.

I never had to worry about eye contact
when you were there.

04/05/2006

Posted on 04/05/2006
Copyright © 2024 Barbara Griffith

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 04/06/06 at 12:10 AM

Aw Barbara...

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