Day 4: Café comedy



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. . .


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.



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?


      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?


      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.


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

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