So oft' he used to pass my way,
And merrily nod- passed the time of day,
with a lift politely of his bola-hat,
to wander on again.

His stature somewhat portly,
Yet, was charming just the same,
I no doubt him a gentleman,
With hat, and gloves and cane.

One day he stopped and bowed so low,
Was not an empty gesture,
For good I am his wife now,
And he passes-by no longer.


Julie Achilles