One Of These Days Poem by Pierre Rausch

The voice must say I love you
And had planned to meet
And took off my glasses
Who are these people?
And begin again when the question is asked
Grave, patient and kindly
To bother with whispered jokes
Always repeating, when he's repeating
Who smiled at me curiously
She just sits there and talks
The increasing irony of the distance
One of these days, one of these days
Sometimes it helps, with a case like this
Fluid lips gone wild, collapsed, burst
The letter had arrived three weeks ago
With all the beautiful stamps on the envelope
Once a year they got a letter at the school
So that it hadn't been addressed at her alone
Chorus
Repeat
The letter had arrived three weeks ago
With all the beautiful stamps on the envelope
Once a year they got a letter at the school
So that it hadn't been addressed at her alone