Lichen Poem: A Glance

So Many only get a glance

Some just don’t

In the light some disco dance

While others tango in the dark

He turn’t his head, and now it’s gone

She looked away for only one sec

And now no one knows her name

The glance has passed

The money ran dry

Now they pack up, run home, and cry

Your one single single was your single savvy song

You Haven’t been booked for so long

No one now knows his face

Her well dried up, she lost her grace

Now both are out of place

Feeling to big for that job

But your not, your just a common Joe, or Bob

Now You need to cook your own food, turn your own doorknob

Now sorry that’s a fact

Get off your high horse quit the act