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He watched , he sat on the seat as she passed him by
her pale pink dress striking against a pale blue sky
if only she walked alone a single not a pair
then he would have the courage to speak instead of stare
Her gentle laugh her happy face as she walked arm in arm
he felt the love the couple shared and wished he had the charm
he saw them most every eve stroll a long this way
he came to sit it gladdened him just to see her gay
for several weeks the couple missed he was in dispare
but one cold eve as he sat he saw here standing there
no more pink, a jet black coat down her face a rolling tear
all alone she walked along sad, alone ,afeared
he plucked his nerve,stood and strolled across
for words to say to comfort her he was at a loss
but as he closed the words just came he was getting bolder
"I'm sorry miss you seem troubled may I lend shoulder?"
"Sir you need not trouble I will be all right "
"But miss I used to see you nearly every night"
"Your beau has left and broke your heart?"
She glanced him in distress
"my brother sir ,my friend, the very best"
"I'm sorry Miss I didn't know I thought you a girl friend"
"no sir we used to take a stroll he was near his end"
"well if you like ,take my arm and we too can stroll"
"thank you sir I think I will I have noticed you before"
As i lie here drawing my last breathe
I recall, that clod day I found my darling Beth
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Posted by papabear on 2009-10-24 20:46:20 | Rating: | Views: 20
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