If I had passed you, one morning on the beach,
I'd have nodded and, half smiling,
said some ordinary thing
like, ‘Lovely morning'.
Then you'd have returned my nod and,
politely, half smiling,
agreed.
I would probably have thought
you seemed that sort of lady
who was nice enough.
And, when we'd passed,
I might then have turned
to observe you from behind,
in that way men do.
Then, continuing on my way,
I could have passed
a woman even younger.
One prettier in that way men find
at once to be attractive.
And, after acknowledging her
and she me,
I would, most likely,
have observed her, too, from behind.
Then, my thoughts loitering a while,
continued walking further,
and further,
from you...
Some women can truly be seen from a mile, for more that their good looks! Love all your honesty.
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I would like to translate this poem
I am one of those women that trips over in front of you and you feel obligated to gather all the scattered apples she's dropped....can't see what she looks like coz you're searching for band aids for her skinned knees....no graceful glances and wistful wanderings here lol.....nice poem though; ^)