Papa told me today

That I would soon meet you

I jumped, happy and gay

Praying it was true

I sat with my shadow waiting

Rehearsing my song for you

The sun left, still I stayed watching

Though my impatience grew

Me: Papa are you sure she is coming

Papa: Does I ever lies to you, son?

Me: No, but I have reasons for doubting

Papa: Trust me, likes I do my rum.

As darkness grew I tapped my foot

‘Come soon! Come soon!’ I chanted

Then I heard her knock on my roof

‘Didn’t I told you?’ Papa bragged.


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