The most beautiful of women

Was right there, sat before

Me, All that I could adore.

Someone's trophy wife

Waiting on the stage

Her moment in the sun.

I waited quietly

For the soft, sultry tone

Of her voice.

I was left alone

All my mind could reach

Was the sound of her screech.

10/17/1974

Author's Note: This happened long ago.....

Posted on 09/20/2007
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