Someone To Love...
In the early morning hours, he puts on shoes, socks, jeans, shirt and hat.
Shaves after reading morning paper, puts out old, mean, grumpy, fat cat.
Read his bible, finishes his eggs, drinks his orange juice, and stretches legs.
Drops to his knees, prays Oh God, Please send me someone to love today...
Gets into his old Ford pick-up truck, and is on his way...
to work a job he hates all day long, but keeps remembering a simple little song,
that ushers him into the presence of a King...so he breathes more deeply,
more serene... more peaceful as the day drifts by..a few memories pass by...
When to his amazement, an elegant lady of about fifty something, comes inside,
and smiles at him, and he is so suprised that he gives no reply...
And she won't quit staring at him...she powders her nose, smiles, winks,
and pretends to drop her purse, and looks at him as if knowing what he thinks...
He picks up her purse, gently puts it in her hands, and then realized that
he was still a man...and asks her out for dinner...tonight.
She replys, "That would be wonderful, come by my place at nine.
Here is my address." and we know that time tells the rest...
For now in the early mornings when he puts on shoes, socks, jeans, shirt
and hat, and shaves after reading morning paper, and tries to put out the cat...
The elegant lady of about fifty-something, refuses the cat to be thrown outside...
prefers the cats company, likes him to be by her side.
And the two of them shared their life together, simple pleasures have become
a treasure...
For his whole life changed the day that she walked in...
He is now a happy man, contented within...because now he has found
someone to love...
Copyright © Connie Arcemont | Year Posted 2007
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