Oh How They Change

Oh How They Change

Ed – Riddles are a very old literary tradition, including some of the earliest Old English manuscripts like the Exeter Book. This poem by Colin Cliffe is in the tradition of an Old English riddle.
So the last few words have been left out – try to complete the poem with the subject of the riddle.

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Oh How They Change

From the first time I met you,
You lit up my face,
For I felt that I knew you,
From some other place,

But the first time I saw you,
You were stood with that guy,
So I just kept on going,
And I just passed you by,

But soon I returned,
And you were still there,
You were now all alone,
And I stopped just to stare,

I sat and I watched you,
You just gave off a glow,
So I put down my coffee
And I approached you, quite slow,

At first I was cautious,
I didn't take it too fast,
For I didn't know then,
This was destined to last,

And soon we met daily,
Which I found very strange,
We'd just got used to each other,
Then you started to change,

And now that I've known you,
For so many years,
I just find you controlling,
And you drive me to tears,

And I just can't predict you,
One minute you're kind,
Then in the blink of an eye,
You just change your mind,

Now I'm counting the cost,
And I think that you know,
You keep holding me back,
When I just want to go,

But still we meet daily,
And despite all our fights,
But where would I be,
Without ... ........ .......