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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508244" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Caf&eacute; Comedy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm waiting for the man I hope to wed.<br>I've never seen him - that's the funny part.<br>I promised I would wear a rose of red,<br>Pinned on my coat above my fluttered heart,<br>So that he'd know me - a precaution wise,<br>Because I wrote him I was twenty-three,<br>And Oh such heaps and heaps of silly lies. . .<br>So when we meet what will he think of me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's funny, but it has its sorry side;<br>I put an advert. in the evening Press:<br>&quot;A lonely maiden fain would be a bride.&quot;<br>Oh it was shameless of me, I confess.<br>But I am thirty-nine and in despair,<br>Wanting a home and children ere too late,<br>And I forget I'm no more young and fair -<br>I'll hide my rose and run...No, no, I'll wait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An hour has passed and I am waiting still.<br>I ought to feel relieved, but I'm so sad.<br>I would have liked to see him, just to thrill,<br>And sigh and say: &quot;There goes my lovely lad!<br>My one romance!&quot; Ah, Life's malign mishap!<br>&quot;Garcon, a caf&egrave; creme.&quot; I'll stay till nine. . .<br>The caf&egrave;'s empty, just an oldish chap<br>Who's sitting at the table next to mine. . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm waiting for the girl I mean to wed.<br>She was to come at eight and now it's nine.<br>She'd pin upon her coat a rose of red,<br>And I would wear a marguerite in mine.<br>No sign of her I see...It's true my eyes<br>Need stronger glasses than the ones I wear,<br>But Oh I feel my heart would recognize<br>Her face without the rose - she is so fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! what deceivers are we aging men!<br>What vanity keeps youthful hope aglow!<br>Poor girl! I sent a photo taken when<br>I was a student, twenty years ago.<br>(Hers is so Springlike, Oh so blossom sweet!)<br>How she will shudder when she sees me now!<br>I think I'd better hide that marguerite -<br>How can I age and ugliness avow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She does not come. It's after nine o'clock.<br>What fools we fogeys are! I'll try to laugh;<br>(Garcon, you might bring me another bock)<br>Falling in love, just from a photograph.<br>Well, that's the end. I'll go home and forget,<br>Then realizing I am over ripe<br>I'll throw away this silly cigarette<br>And philosophically light my pipe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The waiter brought the coffee and the beer,<br>And there they sat, so woe-begone a pair,<br>And seemed to think: &quot;Why do we linger here?&quot;<br>When suddenly they turned, to start and stare.<br>She spied a marguerite, he glimpsed a rose;<br>Their eyes were joined and in a flash they knew. . .<br>The sleepy waiter saw, when time to close,<br>The sweet romance of those deceiving two,<br>Whose lips were joined, their hearts, their future too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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I'm waiting for the man I hope to wed.
I've never seen him - that's the funny part.
I promised I would wear a rose of red,
Pinned on my coat above my fluttered heart,
So that he'd know me - a precaution wise,
Because I wrote him I was twenty-..."></div>
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