Tuesday, January 17, 2006

The Love Song of a Penniless Student

My two ears know no sweeter sound
than your casual “so see you around.”
My sad heart leaps out of all its sorrow
knowing you’ll wait for me tomorrow.
Come hail or snow, I’ll be there at eleven.
(For where you are is my personal heaven.)
We’ll meet, without a thought for the day’s inevitable graying
For your files need reviewing, and boss, my bills need paying.