Short Stories, Poems and Life

The Difference Was To Me

Mary Alice was her name

As fair as fair could be

Most wouldn’t even looked her way

The difference was to me

Her walk was rather awkward

Graceful not was she

Most would have not noticed

The difference was to me

She brought love unknown before

And filled my fantasy

Most never knew of her love

The difference was to me

Uninvited sickness came

She died at twenty-three

Most never knew she was gone

The difference was to me

© Robert A Evans

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