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.
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Laments of one who had missed Lady Opportunity.
Sonnets | 01.01.2009 |
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