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It's Never too Late

I thought to myself. What an odd feeling? To look out at a crowd and think they're here to see me. I could certainly pack a house. As a prairie boy from Saskatoon it doesn't get any better. I've been in front of crowds many times but this time it was special. Some of the people were friends and some were strangers. We were serving a lunch so this brings out people who were sitting on the fence concerning the topic for discussion. The subject matter was not very exciting and it was hard to know if I was making an impact. Once the presentation was complete, we opened the floor to some audience participation for any comments people might have. The usual people stood up and made a statement or two. No one seemed to have an issue with the program and there were a few kind words thrown in my direction. Then there was silence, which is deafening in this environment. Nothing worse than a long awkward pause. People were getting antsy, after all, there was the lunch. We were about to conclude when a Lady stood up and asked if she could speak. As the topic was somewhat out of the realm of what was usually said at these things, she begged our forgiveness. Since no one objected, she was given the floor. I knew her. It had been awhile but there was no denying it was her. She started by saying her name was Nancy and she loved me. She had always loved me. I almost fell off the floor. I had known her years ago but never suspected there was anything between us and was thinking this might not be the forum for such an admission. She talked about our time at University and how we would embark on late night study sessions and early morning coffee runs. She mentioned the way I would bite my upper lip when faced with her latest variation of Kraft dinner. I was starting to blush but for the first time the crowd was really paying attention. She said I was the only person she knew unable to ride a bike. She appreciated the late night phone calls where we would lament on her latest dating disaster. And told how I was color blind which brought her no end of joy from picking out my outfit for bar night. She was amused at my confusion on why so many men were asking me to dance. I was lost for words. My head was spinning. Again she said I was the love of her life and hoped she wasn't too late. She was sorry she had never told me. Anyways. She was in town and wanted to see me. She hoped she hadn't stolen my thunder. She knows how I like to make a good impression. She sat down... looked at me and smiled. Aside from being the guest of honor at my own funeral... this was a very good day. The End *For those who might be interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.

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Date: 4/2/2019 5:29:00 AM
This poem is hilarious from this point on I could not stop laughing: "I had known her for years, but never suspected there was anything between us and I was thinking this might not be the forum for such an admission." You have such a great sense of humor, David; she comes across in every poem you write!
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David McHattie
Date: 4/3/2019 5:00:00 PM
This is one of my favorite efforts.
Date: 4/1/2019 3:02:00 AM
A very good day indeed. Enjoyed! Hugs:-)Sofi
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