Before We Were Done

She was the one,
Who had promised 'me' a good time.
And 'before' we were done...
She gave me my money back!
Stating...
She didn't want to wait,
For me to rise to the occasion.
And she was not there to age gracefully,
With a hope to see that happen.
Whatever that was suppose to mean.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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