Nine O'Clock Sally
I got there early but Sally was gone.
Nine Oçlock came early but not for Sally.
The restaurant was closed.
No one to rally.
I left alone feeling empty;
both in the dark
and without lights.
Clinging still; the morning stark.
Later on; when I returned
and greeted fast by Sally.
Where were you this fair A.M.
When I was here to tally?
That is way too early
said Sally now with zest.
Making me feel quilty
and putting it to rest.
So; lay my Sally on her side
and face her to the North.
And pray she comes in early
her food is to and forth.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2013
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