St Valentine's day

St. Valentine’s Day


A well groomed couple walks in front of me,
he wears a club blazer, mid thirty graying hair.
She’s twenty something and for her wrinkles
is a fun word and she has long blond hair that
clearly loves her. She slips her hand into his,
he looks around, I wonder why?
Later, in a café, she leans over and kisses him,
he looks around again, plays it cool.

What’s wrong with the man is he total fool,
doesn’t he know when loves comes around he
has to grab it with both hands; or could it be
that he is married and fear that someone who
knows his wife will tell. In that case there
will be tears and recriminations; wonder what
lies he has told her? She’ll call him a love rat
and speak nastily about him for years.


On the other hand he could be a chauffeur
for a rich man and she’s a maid, both wearing
cast offs on their day off; and he’s bewildered
usually he’s ignored. Perhaps they will get
married, he’s going to buy a limousine an be
self employed, while she will open a shop and
do ironing for people who have no time to do it
themselves. And look! He’s kissing her now.