The Task
He stands there with an empty glass
waiting for a minute, he begins his task.
The girl he likes is out to play,
the walk to her consumes a day.
She likes him but he cannot speak,
the silence seems to last a week.
His sentence takes a month to form,
surely this is not the norm.
Asking if she'd like a beer,
that question almost took a year.
A decade goes by with nothing to say,
his brain can't function, not today.
A century has now come and gone,
why didn't he try? was she the one?
angry he let the moment pass,
as he stands there with his broken glass.
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