Friday, June 24, 2011

Patience

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.

4 comments:

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

Bob,

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

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

Anonymous said...

love your word play.
Cheers.

Anonymous 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.
xoxox

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