Friday, June 24, 2011


To her I’m just some guy
that comes into her store
that’s it, nothing more,
so can you tell me why

I wonder what she thinks
and what she does all day,
or if she’ll ever say,
“Hey, let’s go have some drinks!”

To me she looks so fine
that it makes me hesitate
and I’m resigned to wait
until my turn in line.


Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...


Lovely words.
Sad how sometimes routine, can become blind to all else......

Hope all is good with you and yours.
Best Regards, Eileen

Jingle Poetry said...

love your word play.

Jingle Poetry said...

Jingle appreciates your support to our poetry potluck.
Our week 41 Theme is: Saints, Monks, and Meditations,
Yet, old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome… ;)
Always, your poetry is sunshine to us!
Looking forward to seeing U on Sunday, 8pm or later.
Stay Blessed,
Love and hugs.

rch said...

Hi Eileen, hope all is well with you also :)

Hi Jinglers, thanks and will try to get over though it's doubtful, too little time