(After Chris Lombard)
In the faintly lit restaurant there are moments that couples do share
when a pianist plays ballade pour Adeline,
an immoral night is the memory of an elder
when in lust he looks at a lonely woman,
two old ladies with purple hair gossip about the pastor's wife
where they do trust her with no man,
a love-struck girl plays tickle-toe with her boyfriend
and her teeth do gleam whither than pearl,
a widow cries in her sorrow,
in this life she and her love is apart.
[Reference:"'n Aand met Daniele" (a evening with Daniele)by Chris Lombard.]
© Gert Strydom
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