Wednesday, 3 March 2021

I wonder if she thinks of me


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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11 comments:

  1. How I love the laconic humour of your first line! And then enjoyed the romantic tale, which you always do so well.

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  2. I got a good giggle at the use of that line. Very cute!

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  3. Oh, the “what if’s” as we age. Perhaps, that’s why Facebook does well... or at least had done well with bringing people together,

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  4. We 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 ....

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  5. "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.

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  6. You used that line quite brilliantly! Cheers.

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  7. What if... History is full of them :)

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  8. I 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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