The Meeting
There she stands at
the bus stop,
Quiet, serene,
without a care.
Every day, come wind
or shine,
There she stands,
blue eyes, blond hair.
Here I stand, in shop
window
Where I’m found
`tween eight and nine
Just so I, can be
ready
To see this beauty,
princess of mine.
Of course of me, she
knows nothing,
Never looking up to
see,
Me just stand there,
in time waiting,
Maybe one day, she’ll
notice me.
It is quite odd, what
she is wearing,
Nice blue skirt, and
yellow top,
Just the same as I
was dressing
The plastic model, in
the shop.
Dose this mean that I
have been noticed,
Or is it just another
dream.
No a smile, and now
she’s waving,
Perhaps we will now,
make a team.
Now made contact,
“will you come?
For a cocktail” she
has asked.
“Love too”, is my
answer given,
A dream come true,
for me at last.
Now 12:40 soon be
one,
I must be quick, keep
steady.
Just the time for
hair and coat,
Lipstick, bag, and
ready…….
