Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Arcade Machine

Old and forgotten
Left in a corner
This arcade machine
Is played no longer

There was once a frequent player
Who played with such desire
The high scores remembered her name
Forever entered in the hall of fame
But now her smile is missed
The buttons her kiss
Where did she disappear to
This young miss
Was it boredom
Or tokens
One can only wonder
As she left without reason

Old and forgotten
Left in a corner
This arcade machine
Is played no longer

I saved you a token