One Night

I’ll have another she said,

     Never raising her head.

And then keep ‘em coming,

     Her voice laced with dread.

He’s apparently not coming,

     She explained in a whisper.

One night of romance,

     Has become a disaster.

I met him in this bar,

     She pointed out in despair.

A man of pure mystery,

     She looked off in a stare.

He told me he loved me,

     Only hours after we met.

We went up to his room,

     I will never forget.

We made love for hours,                            

     Made me feel like a queen.

Such a passionate lover,

     It now seems just a dream.

I woke the next morning,

     He had fled in the night.

And now here I sit,

     How I must look a sight.

In a dress I wore yesterday,

     Panties tossed in my purse.

No makeup to speak of,

     How could I look worse?

I’ll have another she said,

     As her back seems to stiffen.

And appreciates the adventure,

     As the gift she’s been given.

I’ll chalk it up to experience,

     A life’s lesson learned.

A night filled with romance,

     And passions that burned.

She drained her last glass,

     And quietly smiled a goodbye.

Then she walked from the bar,

     With her head held up high.

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole