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I am a woman in my fifties, and have suffered widow pain
I said that I would never join, the dating game again
But never have I been so struck, and confidence unfurl
Met this young man the other day, my brain went in a whirl

I tried to walk straight past him, that was never gonna work
My pulse was wildly beating, my brain had gone berserk
Quickly try to catch a thought, an innocent approach
How to word my introduction, leave no chance of reproach

Maybe try the simple way, he seems not sophisticated
Tell him I am completely lost, and totally frustrated
I am going to a restaurant, to meet my best girlfriend
Could he help me with directions, it would be a real godsend

I made it somewhat difficult, directions to explain
When he had done the best he could, I asked him once again
He said, well I could take you there, not much out of my way
Hoped the  walk would give me time, find a reason he could stay

When we got there I looked inside, she's not here yet I said
Would you have a coffee with me, got to get inside his head
His answer was just as I hoped, his innocence he showed
He said that he would love to, could we sit out near the road

I had to get him right inside, could not sit out on display
I did not want to be seen there, should be at work today
I gave a little shiver, as if I was getting cold
Had no idea about my whiles, he was twenty five years old

He apologised profusely, said he really should have known
A lady dressed in office clothes, could not be seen with him alone
We slowly drank our coffee, and had quite a little talk
I asked him would he like to come, where nobody could gawk

I knew I really had him done, left him with no way out
Now I just had to get him home, say we could just hang out
That was the start of something beautiful, no more I need to say
Except, what will surprise you, we are good friends to this day
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