Du and Ich




June 19, 2010 4 am


Within a Jiffy
by Gary Musa



Within a jiffy
She was set free;
Within a jiffy
I lost my glee;
Within a jiffy
A woman; my sanctuary
Bid the farewell to me.


The lessons of her life
She as the wife,
Of how she fights the strife
not using a knife
For she believes with high five,
As long as we're alive
To good,act; to evil, don't dive.



But within a jiffy in time;
I was guilty of the crime
With the act as sour as a lime,
As she drew the red line
She was recovering into fine
Then my bitter soul's sign;
Is melting within mine.


As my eyes pour their tears,
The inevitable I fear
Has just struck me with a spear;
Ruined my veins, arteries
Still I but craved for our mem'ries
Which in my daily chance my heart carries..

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