Jennifer s story

No doubt, everyone of us has a story that’s sad
Something grieving your mind and something as bad
As the ponds of dirt on a gloomy and rainy day,
As parting with an old friend who’s going away,
As a day when your loved one forgot your birthday.
She was once saddened and enamored like all,
She too would wait anxiously for a phone call,
She would cry on weekends when he was gone,
Would lament the errors that can’t be undone.
But once she shelved the memories of the past
To the farthermost corner of her soul and mind,
She became indifferent and cold over time.
The old Jennifer is non-existent and long gone,
She doesn’t visit her family in Boston,
Doesn’t reminisce that journalist she once knew,
No one can make her heart tremble tenderly anew,
And the dates she goes on are just for fun,
‘Cause she believes that no one in the world, no man 
Deserves more than a couple of dates and dinners,
She is one of the kind and that’s undisputed,
Intelligent, gorgeous and well-versed on European art,
Who could dare to ask for her precious love?
It’s a useless effort as no man is good enough.

(Based on my first novel)
By Tom Abdulali (my pen-name)