I’ll admit I was a bit of a problem - rather a
big problem - an enormous problem when I
got bored, Alice sighed, I was determined to
be a great administrator, as per my spiritual
Aspirations, but as life died down and gray
boredom enclosed the office, my imagination
found other sufferers who languished about
sighing as they carried out thankless tasks
A general lamentation went up from all the
sad buildings - then a poet’s sweet voice
entered the space and we were delighted,
as one we entered the play and offered all
The romance we felt in our hearts on hearing
that poet’s call, as temptation was too strong
and I would do anything not to be bored any-
more, I aided and abetted the group writing
Love letters and we got carried away - until…
Alice stopped, dreamily, Go on! - her audience
called enraptured - but the memory of those
eternal moments of mental ecstasy was so
Beautiful and real, Alice had left already…
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