My girl went out on a Saturday night
They said that she was alone,
I'd said, ‘We'll meet at the Cineplex, '
But the movie was postponed,
I waited there in the vestibule
For an hour, or maybe more,
But she made me feel a total fool
And I left by the same front door.
Where are you Ruth, now tell me the truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem