Today you were waiting for Serendipity
out on the corner of some street
which shall remain nameless hereon
because it doesn’t matter.
that’s not the point.
the point is, you waited there
all day.
the point is
at dusk you called me
to ask
if I’d roll by
to make it happen.
but
I am not Serendipity
that woman you so longed for,
with breezy golden hair
and charmed green eyes and
her arms dangling gracefully
with no thought given
and no ***** wasted.
I am not Serendipity
with her good fortune
and sunny days.
I am not Serendipity.
I am a planned vacation
with a hiking backpack
full of good intentions
and good will
and good humour
and when it rains
(and it will rain)
let’s go out and dance
and call this our fortune.
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC
Today you were waiting for Serendipity
out on the corner of some street
which shall remain nameless hereon
because it doesn’t matter.
that’s not the point.
the point is, you waited there
all day.
the point is
at dusk you called me
to ask
if I’d roll by
to make it happen.
but
I am not Serendipity
that woman you so longed for,
with breezy golden hair
and charmed green eyes and
her arms dangling gracefully
with no thought given
and no ***** wasted.
I am not Serendipity
with her good fortune
and sunny days.
I am not Serendipity.
I am a planned vacation
with a hiking backpack
full of good intentions
and good will
and good humour
and when it rains
(and it will rain)
let’s go out and dance
and call this our fortune.
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