ON THE STAIR
Suddenly this morning
I was without care
When without warning
We passed on the stair.
Daylight was dawning
And my mind was elsewhere
Busily yawning
When I saw you there.
Now sadness I'm scorning
And I long to share
The heart that's adorning
This love-stricken stare.
So - every morning
I dash down the stair
Hoping the dawning
Will see you there.
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M.C. Newberry
Fri 29th Jun 2018 02:27
Thank you, Hannah. I get a bigger kick from the word
"enjoyed" than any other I can think of.
Somewhere in my mind I think I had an odd stimulus from
lines in an old poem I recall (and enjoyed!) - excuse me if it's not 100% correct:
Lady Life's a thing in bloom,
Death goes dogging everywhere.
She's the tenant of the room,
He's the ruffian on the stair..."
MC