Day 4: Café comedy

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She

I’m waiting for the man I hope to wed.
I’ve never seen him – that’s the funny part.
I promised I would wear a rose of red,
Pinned on my coat above my fluttered heart,
So that he’d know me – a precaution wise,
Because I wrote him I was twenty-three,
And Oh such heaps and heaps of silly lies. . .
So when we meet what will he think of me?

It’s funny, but it has its sorry side;
I put an advert. in the evening Press:
“A lonely maiden fain would be a bride.”
Oh it was shameless of me, I confess.
But I am thirty-nine and in despair,
Wanting a home and children ere too late,
And I forget I’m no more young and fair –
I’ll hide my rose and run…No, no, I’ll wait.

An hour has passed and I am waiting still.
I ought to feel relieved, but I’m so sad.
I would have liked to see him, just to thrill,
And sigh and say: “There goes my lovely lad!
My one romance!” Ah, Life’s malign mishap!
“Garcon, a cafè creme.” I’ll stay till nine. . .
The cafè’s empty, just an oldish chap
Who’s sitting at the table next to mine. . .

He

I’m waiting for the girl I mean to wed.
She was to come at eight and now it’s nine.
She’d pin upon her coat a rose of red,
And I would wear a marguerite in mine.
No sign of her I see…It’s true my eyes
Need stronger glasses than the ones I wear,
But Oh I feel my heart would recognize
Her face without the rose – she is so fair.

Ah! what deceivers are we aging men!
What vanity keeps youthful hope aglow!
Poor girl! I sent a photo taken when
I was a student, twenty years ago.
(Hers is so Springlike, Oh so blossom sweet!)
How she will shudder when she sees me now!
I think I’d better hide that marguerite –
How can I age and ugliness avow?

She does not come. It’s after nine o’clock.
What fools we fogeys are! I’ll try to laugh;
(Garcon, you might bring me another bock)
Falling in love, just from a photograph.
Well, that’s the end. I’ll go home and forget,
Then realizing I am over ripe
I’ll throw away this silly cigarette
And philosophically light my pipe.

* * * * *

The waiter brought the coffee and the beer,
And there they sat, so woe-begone a pair,
And seemed to think: “Why do we linger here?”
When suddenly they turned, to start and stare.
She spied a marguerite, he glimpsed a rose;
Their eyes were joined and in a flash they knew. . .
The sleepy waiter saw, when time to close,
The sweet romance of those deceiving two,
Whose lips were joined, their hearts, their future too.

-Robert William service.

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12 Comments Add yours

  1. honestme363 says:

    That is pretty sweet 😊

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    1. Yeah …its never too late to find love 😁

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      1. honestme363 says:

        Shouldn’t you be sleeping? 😊 Any plans for the weekend?

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      2. Na its not time to sleep yet..and as far as the weekend goes well no plans as of yet …what avout urs ? U have anything in stored ?

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      3. honestme363 says:

        I am not sure. I fear I am a wuss! It is cold here all of a sudden, snowing and windy. I may just stare out of the window today…

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      4. Lol the weather these days is quiet tricky and unpredictable …even here is is pouring down heavily ..some places are even flooded …god knows what’s wrong these days

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      5. honestme363 says:

        Mother nature’s retribution…or maybe el nino/la nina. I suppose it never gets really cold where you are?

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      6. It gets quiet cold in the northern regions the sub Himalayan range …not where I live its more humid here…u r lucky get to enjoy the snow atleast ….better than any deluge anytime !

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      7. honestme363 says:

        I often equate winter with down time, inside hibernating. Do you have any such season?

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      8. Ummmm to think of it I have never thought of such thing.. Guess the seasons dont influence me that much …or may be I haven’t got time to stop and relate things ..donno

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      9. honestme363 says:

        I probably wouldn’t either. The cold weather kind of forces it on us here. And when the weather is nice, we are outside as much as possible.

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      10. Well nature has its own way of keeping humans locked up :p

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