The Delayed Meeting Poem by Solomon Senxer

I know he comes to meet.
Down the bumpy road, I run to greet,
Reach the fork where I frown,
For I know not which road to go down.
Is it eagerness or impatience
That leads me to this inconvenience?

I take the right as far as I could,
But turn back thinking he would
Come by the other road.
To the fork in a hurry mode.
I take the left and turn back likewise.
My strength fails, I crumble, no surprise!

Inaudible voice I hear down the road,
I spring to my feet with eyes open broad,
Oh! It's not he, just a passer-by!
In disappointment, I almost cry.
Footsteps I hear often, but not of him!
Silhouettes here and there, but not of him!