And she came wearing a blue overall,
Quiet as ever— knocking not her style,
Electing her own time, no prior call,
Caught me unawares, void of welcome smile;
And soon as came she left giving no clue,
Nor a hint why she came to call at all,
Vague I found her ways wrapped behind a wall,
A loser, I was left my fate to rue.
If only she'd given me a fair chance
To be on guard, playing no waiting game,
Any way, I've none else but me to blame,
If she chose not to give me second glance—
A lady scorned called Opportunity,
If not chivalry, she deserved courtesy.
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Sonnets | 01.01.09 |
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