Eyeing The Options
All were sitting ’round the room mostly silent
the ladies looking at their hands or the floor,
while I eyed off one sitting opposite
whose hint of smile promised more.
Ladies held the numbers ten to one.
With such odds I was in with a chance
but my wheelchair would be a problem -
I could hardly go ask her to dance.
So I tried just making eye contact
’cos I thought she looked rather nice
but this was only my first time in here
I was struggling with breaking the ice.
Another, nearby, had soft shining hair
framing her kindly porcelain face
and her bearing suggested she’d come
from a life full of ease and grace.
Yes, this was looking quite promising
I could see no good reason to moan
though I wasn’t so sure to begin with
I’ll be happy in this nursing home.
© Pete Stratford
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