She Sang To Me An Evenig Love Song Poem by ANTHONY ANIGBATA

SHE SANG TO ME AN EVENING LOVESONG

She sang to me an evening love song
Telling me of her love for a gentleman
Who now brews liquor in a nearby town?
He was her admirer, but a Pleasants son
So she refused loving him, nor cared to know
How much love he has for her
For he had no name then, no job
Knew no greatman and was so shabby
Wore torn clothes and worn out shoes.
She treated him with so much discord
Telling him he can never be her lover
Whenever he came, calling to woo her
Now he's a factory owner, brews liquor
Own a fancy car and a colourful castle
She came singing this evening love song
For him, who she rejected for being poor
Now her prayers are nothing but mere wishes
For he has married the only maiden
Who did love and cared about him
When he was but a peasant's son
With no name, no job, no shoes nor cars.
Yet she kept singing to me her evening love song
Telling me of her love for him, that poor boy
Who is now a rich man in the city