Old Poem, Written Age 19

Rachel doesn’t notice me,
She likes this other guy.
I guess it’s not surprising
I can see the reason why:

He’s kind of cool and talented.
So it cannot be helped:
And hell, I like him better
Than I think I like
Myself

Valerie Summerville

Roses carnations baby's breath and pansies

Valerie Summerville lives up the hill –
Go by the river, then turn at the mill –
Look for the trailer withs roses outside
At Number 16, Crosspoint Forest

Valerie’s beautiful, friendly and smart –
Everyone here knows she’s got a big heart –
She goes to church of a Sunday, at nine
And works everyday as a florist

Valerie Summerville, loved and admired –
Dated some men here, but then, came unwired;
Realized she’s good if she’s never a bride,
And just went about being merry

Valerie’s heart is for no one, it seems
Even for those of us hiding our dreams;
But, like herself, I guess I will be fine —
My secret’s not
Tough to carry