She Cries

She was the saddest girl in the club that day,
As the rest danced and laughed the night away,
She was never the brightest flower,
Never the gayest on any day,
But when she put her hands to her face and cried,
There, in her bad eye,
Was the memory of that painful goodbye,

by John Ngirachu

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