Late…
As usual, I expected Rene' at nine,
Here it is ten and she has yet to show,
But for now that is okay, yes fine,
She has yet to cross that invisible line…
After noon, I will go back to bed,
Not much sleep have I had, waiting for her visit,
At least I got my breakfast, an omelet and bread,
Something to eat before going to the beach,
Always the food there is, in price, out of reach…
Nothing to do now but write,
Or maybe take a nap, yeah that seems right,
Guess she will get here when she gets here,
No different than most women, either lost, or running late,
Is my forever and always pain in the ass soul mate…
© ed ~ 8/23/04
Bob H
blessin's
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*grins* this one made me smile
she'll get there when she gets there :)
cute write--glad you worry about her
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. ;)
She will be there for you my friend!!
Love Tinka
"Better late than never!"
She's called.....said to tell you...she's on her way.
Funny and pensive write today!
Susan
Reg.
Of all the little irritants in life that add years to our age,
I suspect "waiting for someone in vain," tops the list.
LOL at Lanechanger's comment...
Case In Point: When we need to be somewhere at 3 PM, I shamelessly lie and tell my lovely spouse our appointment is at 1 PM. She shows up inevitably at 2:30, extremely proud of the fact that she is only 'slightly late' ( a mini-second in her time spectrum; 1.5 hours in mine). And me, I am thankful that if I speed like hell, we can still get there by 3.