YOU DON'T BRING ME FLOWERS

I KNOW 

THE YEARS HAVE AGED ME ...

I MOVE

 MORE SLOWLY THEN BEFORE ...

LINES OF WORRY UPON MY FACE ...

YOU DON'T

 BRING ME  FLOWERS ANYMORE .

WAS IT ONLY YESTERDAY ?

OR SO MANY YEARS AGO ?

HE LOVES ME...

OR 

HE LOVES ME NOT...

MADE ME ALL AGLOW .

PETALS DROPPING

TO THE FLOOR ...

ONE BY ONE THEY  FELL

WISHING FOR....

THAT

 JUST ONE MORE ...

WAS A WAY TO TELL .

HE LOVES ME

OR

HE LOVES ME NOT ...

AS YOU WALKED 

TO MY FRONT DOOR ...

NO MORE 

PETALS FALLING

TO  THE FLOOR ...

YOU DON'T BRING ME

 FLOWERS ANYMORE .

BY: PAM GALLO

DREAMER

2006