Poem Number 107 - She Did Not Seem A Happy Woman -6/6/1986

Here I was sober as a man should be,

Merrily walking home, through the arcade,

Asking a womanly cleaner, stopping her for just a moment,

“Where is the nearest bank machine, for me to withdraw some cash?”

She did not seem a happy woman,

Yet, she admitted she was foreign,

And not one ounce of good talk,

Could I get out of her.

So meanfully rude she responded,

With no passionate prude.

That she wanted me out,

So she called for others, in a shout.

How can anyone expect some, they didn’t know,

To be friendly, in a good mood and pleasant,

It just doesn’t seem, to me to be fair,

That you should stretch your pleasantness so far,

And you are thrown aside and threatened.

I hope this unknown woman of our world,

Is not like this to anyone else.

So that she lives in cheerfulness,

And doesn’t perform the same, like towards me she did.