Musings

Tailor Made

Like the sea without the sand
Like a glove without a hand
A guitar without a band
It makes no sense apart.

Like a string without a bow
Like a pimp without a ho
A comic with no show
It makes no sense apart.

Like a cobbler with no shoe
Like a captain with no crew
A panda and bamboo
It makes no sense apart.

Like a circus with no clown
Like a princess with no crown
Cinderella with no gown
It makes no sense apart.

Like a lion with no mate
Like a fisherman with no bait
A lifetime with no fate
It makes no sense apart.

But like the summer rain
It comes around again
Expected, but I still feel the pain
Of us having to be apart.

© JustClaire ™ 2019