If history had its eyes on me I sadly disappointed it
I did it my way, I didn't join the pack
Apart from playing sport like tennis, cricket and soccer
And running around keeping fit it dawned on me
That there were many girls around
That needed escorting home from school
And should be escorted to the movies
On Friday night with a box of chocolates
Most would be quite pleased rewarding me
With a goodnight kiss as I walked her home
To her place wher her mother smiled
But then her dad looked at me darkly
Hoping that I had behaved myself
Later I was allowed to sit down with them
Being happier I could be observed there
And allowed a goodnight kiss when I left
Later we both got working jobs
We worked miles apart
And so we parted
So many years later
I still think of her
I wonder if she thinks of me?
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How I love the laconic humour of your first line! And then enjoyed the romantic tale, which you always do so well.
ReplyDeleteNice one Robin
ReplyDeleteMuch💜love
I got a good giggle at the use of that line. Very cute!
ReplyDeleteOh, the “what if’s” as we age. Perhaps, that’s why Facebook does well... or at least had done well with bringing people together,
ReplyDeleteHappy memories !
ReplyDeleteI bet she does!
ReplyDeleteWe all indulge in "what ifs". I sometimes think I might have been a farmer's wife raising apple-cheeked children in the land where the corn rows stretch to forever....and I wonder if he ever thinks of me ....
ReplyDelete"If history had its eyes on me I sadly disappointed it" is a great line. I have those same "I wonders." If we think of them, why wouldn't they think of us too? It makes me feel better about "what ifs" to believe that.
ReplyDeleteYou used that line quite brilliantly! Cheers.
ReplyDeleteWhat if... History is full of them :)
ReplyDeleteI think I might disappoint history too, Robin! There must be many people out there, throwing their nets of memories and hoping that they will catch someone else’s.
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