Miss Jones


We lost one another somehow, lost our way
In a trick of the light in a mist in a maze

Gasping, grasping, grappling day after day
As seconds turn into minutes, hours, days

So long, so long by some cruel fate kept apart
Yet memories glow in my mind, dear old friend

And it’s chin up, stand firm and never lose heart
For some day we’ll revel together again in the end


About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on January 24, 2016, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.

  1. This is warm with a touch of a sad undertone. Love these words.

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  2. Love this, thank you. 😊

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Who is Miss Jones? 🙂


  4. I like the element of mystery 😀


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