Orlando Belo

Gold Star - 14,574 Points (Derby, England)

Patience On Trial? - Poem by Orlando Belo

I wished we had arranged to meet elsewhere,
I think it's going to rain.
A park bench with no shelter is far from ideal.
I won't be doing this again.

I wonder if she intends to keep our date,
or have I faded from her mind.
When we met, I thought she seemed quite keen,
but that was then, and another time.

I know I came early, but that's the way I am,
and I don't mind waiting a while,
but a while has stretched to much more than that.
I wonder if my patience is on trial.

Black clouds are overhead and the rain has begun.
Oh damn, it’s now absolutely pouring down.
If my friends could see me sitting here,
they would call me a mad, foolhardy, clown.

Why didn't I think to bring an umbrella?
She now won't see me at my best.
Instead I'll look as though I’ve been swimming,
in my coat, trousers, and vest.

I think I ought to seriously consider leaving,
and get out of these sodden clothes.
Well, what a nice surprise, my date has turned up,
despite a cold, and red runny nose.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 16, 2015



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