A lady scorned

Quiet she came, clad in a cover-all To closed door— to knock nor warn, not her style, But to come at own time, no prior call, Confused, I failed to give her welcome smile. Vague with a countenance of a brick wall, And soon as came she left with not a clue, Nor hint on why she came to call at all, Me a loser left with my fate to rue. If only she had offered me fair chance, On guard, I’d have welcomed her. But the dame Chose to grant me not even a fair glance. I have no one but bumbling me to blame. A lady scorned called Opportunity, Who deserved a fair dose of courtesy. ____________________________________ Laments of one who had missed Lady Opportunity. Sonnets | 01.01.2009 |