A Futile Afternoon
The afternoon was fine
And the mind was fair,
The sky was deep blue
Scattered clouds remain there.
I have an appointment with her.
There’ll be a meeting, a sitting
And the afternoon will be passing
over.
For a fragile lame excuse
She didn’t come.
My waiting for her
And the arrangement for the afternoon
proved futile.
There was no meeting, no sitting,
And no chance to tell her that
‘I need her more than anything in the world’.
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