My dad owns a lonely glove <br />Of black leather <br />It looks rough but it's soft <br />Like velvet feathers <br />It has five pockets <br />And on my fingers <br />They feels snug and warm <br />A lone black dove, his glove <br />Searching for its partner <br />All day long <br /> <br />'I'm lonely' it says <br />No one talks to me <br />I used to have a partner <br />I ask 'Where is she? ' <br />I'm different than you <br />They all say 'I am the best, Yo! ' <br />I sit and wonder 'Where did she go? ' <br />The one who thinks that I am cool <br />My dad's lonely glove broods<br /><br />Ryan Perera<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-glove/
