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THIS LADY AND ME

This lady and me,
In this place
We would still be strangers,
If it had not happened
For when this lady had sat down;
Next to me today,
And being somewhat a chipper chappie be,
With depression laid on for free,
Having that kind of face
Of always up for a nag,
I could see straight away
This lady was having a sad;
Not glad road-kill sort of day.
“You look kind of glum are you okay?”
My opening words spoke,
On this our first occasion,
Of social intercourse,
For in here 
It can be a lonely, lonely place,
If you want or allow it to be,
Always depends on the difficulty
And the time of the day for most,
Of what you are going through.

Between this lady and me
No time for idle conversation,
“Not happy!” 
This lady’s reply came with a sigh,
And a look of exasperation
Coupled with hint of frustration,
And a feeling of resignation spent,
“In here over Christmas”
Came the next refrain,
“Not a great way to spend the day,
And with all the friends I’ve made in here
Gone out of here have they.”
Then like all good politicians
Or philosophers of the word,
I politely 
and expertly changed the subject to,
“What are your interests 
and what interests you?”
 
“My interests let me see;”
This lady had to contemplate 
and think about,
And very carefully thought 
of her next answer to me,
“You could say I like most sports,
Rather partial to rugby league 
And scuba diving 
is another passion I adore, 
I do like to travel, 
And have spent
Two years overseas 
Mainly in Canada,
And I had trained to be a teacher
Although I still retain an interest be,
Today!
Sadly!
I feel there is a lack of hunger
To be able to teach the word,
And I hoping that in the future
A Paramedic I will be.”

When this lady paused,
Her demeanor had somehow;
Wonderfully changed to be
In a far better place,
So, what had been a gloomy face
‘twas a face of being lovely,
And glad that she was alive;
Opportunely forgotten 
Of what had had made her sad,
Indeed, enjoying this time
Of sincere communication,
Where the stories of each,
Had far reaching effects 
Into the souls of each,
And as much as this lady imparted
This old sailor lad enjoyed!
Telling some of my own
Of antidotes and tall tales of kind,
Of where I had travelled and experienced,
And many days of writing rhyme
To add to the many books, I’d written.

So, like all good stories
This one did have to end,
And as for each;
I believe we had both been destined,
To have an outreach
Of an open communication channel reached.
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