Happy-hour helps call it a day

When you’re single and alone,

A good place to while time away,

And reminisce of days all gone.

Laugh and joke and throw a dart,

Eat pretzels, down some beers,

Visit the sumptuous food cart --

Libations and joyous cheers.

But losing time’s a practiced art,

Time to hit the road’s come to be.

And now here’s the inevitable part,

Short of home, I”VE GOT TO PEE!

The Holiday Inn’s just down the street,

With restroom — I know where it’s at.

Made it! Wow! An incredible feat.

Bar’s on the way out — imagine that!

I’m sipping a beer, atop a tall stool,

Chatting with a friend of this and that,

When he says, “Meet someone cool?”

At her table I shook her hand, sat.

She was from N.H., Florida bound,

Stopped in Virginia, friends to see.

Liked what I saw, got the next round.

“Would you like to dance? I’m free.”

“Yes, let’s dance”. And that was it.

Her romances’d not been good,

Mine had in no way been a fit,

For change, were in the mood.     

Got her things, home we went,

We’ve danced in tune ever since.

Soul-mates, and heaven sent,

Through all the years hence.

I’d never have married this Ms.,

My mate with her lifetime appeal,  

If I’d not stopped in to take a whiz,

And found true love in the deal!

© 2009 R. Leland Waldrip