the cake shop

The Cake Shop There was a small cake shop near the bath-house If I had money, I would go in there for a coffee and a cake the girl behind the counter smiled; I fell under her spell and my heart beating too fast made me dizzy Her name was Berta, the loveliest thing on earth I must invite her out for a walk in the park. She closed her shop at five, borrowed my brother`s tie, and used his aftershave. Alas, outside the shop stood a man tall and handsome I walked by and into a deep shadow. When she came out, they kissed and walked hand in hand down the road, she said something, and he laughed. Devastated, I sank to the ground and bitterly cried how stupid, the burning shame, I couldn`t go into her shop again, told him about me when she laughed I found another place where an old lady of thirty served I felt at ease with her; we laughed and often kissed But life is not sweet chocolate, as I had to work with no education I joined the merchant navy, a place for poor boys who didn`t want to work in factories and left dreams behind. Or did I?