Love and Irony
Knee high to a grasshopper
Not an ounce of grace
In a split second he would swap her
For a pretty face
She asked him to play
And drown a worm
Not today, he would say
As he'd fidget and squirm
Swimming in the pond
Flat as a board
He couldn't see beyond
The appearance, she ignored
Years passed by
As they tend to do
The pond became dry
Her visits were few
Her Bags packed
College bound
He had slacked
Stuck in town
She would return
When the moon was blue
His stomach would churn
This feeling was new
The once ugly duck
Now a swan
Drove an old ford truck
Too often gone
a tough row to hoe
All the boys knew it
could cook, hunt and sew
And he had blew it
once freckled complexion
Now a creamy tan
Intent with direction
No need for a man
Determined to court
Full of ambition
Still a good sport
Though she paid no attention
More years passed by
Her beauty faded
The pond still dry
He sat and waited
There in the distance
He saw a figure
His body tense
He couldn't be sure
The blinding sun
Delayed his sight
Could it be the one
To his delight
Humbly aged
Same sweet soul
Just a different page
For him to unfold
Youth had passed
Along with beauty
Vanity in the past
He could barely see
She sat by his side
And whispered in his ear
I'll be your bride
Though he couldn't hear
He wore a grin
And squeezed her hand
Their time was thin
But love was grand
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
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