Table For Two
Table For Two, Sir?
Excuse me dear lady, I seem to forget
was it your table or another of which I did sit?
My memory stirs not as I seek to find
the place of presence in my mind.
Perhaps if we talk - a little chat -
I shall remember the table where I should have sat.
Allow me the conversation my lady I urge you
for many questions have I of which I wish to pursue.
Overlook dear lady the questions from my mind,
it's so sad but I fear I am childish and immature most of the time.
Choose a color from the rainbow and the Earth below
and tell me the one you least like to behold,
perhaps it's black or not as deep as a brown which you least know?
Sir, might I call you friend, but I am afraid your
question disturbs me so.
Ask of any guest and they'll tell you I love all
all colors even to the rainbow.
I judge you not dear princess for I knew you all along.
I know you enjoy the gray and black and equal too showing
no lack.
You know me well good man and you seem to understand.
But there is a quality in black and brown, good sir,
it reminds one of dirt and an earthy ground.
And green and red are gorgeous and pleasant I find,
my friends wear them so well and sadly better than I most
of the time.
Yellow is adorable and feels comfortable with me
often I adorn myself with colors of these.
And my good sir when I wish to feel as a child as yourself,
I am most pure and innocent in white.
Yes indeed - yes - yes indeed I love all colors good man.
And tell me, Oh yes, before our conversation must
end - of which of these do you hold in demand?
Your Bill, Sir!
Good lady so innocent we were you and I as a child
I do remember now, before our chat became so wild,
of which table I did belong or perhaps I knew all along.
It was a good talk we've had and to leave you makes me very sad.
Of all the colors we spoke I must say I too share them all
some I have enjoyed less and some even more than I saw.
Choose for me not green and address me not with red,
hold for me blue, yes I think blue, maybe for evening chats
a touch of yellow too.
I mix well with yellow and blue and I must share my secret
I like green I do.
Now I see my table that I couldn't see before,
it's hue is clear and it's still quite far.
Farewell dear lady I must leave you behind your much
to old for me
and I'm still quite childish in my mind.
© All Rights Reserved Circa July Twenty and four 1986
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