I’ve been sitting here awhile 

My cup is empty 

No matter, I like watching human traffic

Foreign students chatter by

Her!  She passes every day

Fresh long hair, a breezy skirt, so beautiful

The picture of my love when I promised her the universe

Now there’s a young man with determination in his stride

His tie flapping across his chest; his briefcase full of ambition

I remember those days

A fretful girl struggles with her double pram

Are my children all grown up now?

As the world turns a dog sniffs my shoe

Clink.  Silver hits my cup.  I salute you.