No Love Lost…
Margie was fine as a woman could be;
I fell in love first, the whole world would see.
We worked side by side, hand by hand, she and I.
Margie was magic, when she was close by,
Heavenly dreaming, a young man might sigh.
Enchanting me quickly, casting a spell—
Once on a whimsy when I thought all well,
We made a sharp wager, her thoughts, who could tell?
For she bet five dollars, I bet a kiss!
The goal back then, sixty years, hit or miss,
To hold her, to touch her, nothing but bliss!
Though subject forgotten, the stakes not fair,
When I won the bet, we met on a stair.
Her brown curly tresses, her tan neck bare,
Margie before me, pink sweater undone!
What happened next, with the bet I had won?
Though she was engaged, betrayal’s no fun;
Yet we stepped up, came together, stepped down.
But he, my best friend, no longer in town;
We spoke not about it, uttered no sound.
Thus I collected the bet made in Hell,
For I loved her so deeply, I willingly fell,
Sure I’d found Heaven, where else would I dwell?
Into her arms, my desire all aflame!
Six months she loved me, our love never tame;
Sixty years passing like stars up above.
I’ve lost many things though never that love,
Or the joy that returns when I whisper her name.
The Kiss, New Yorker style. The place of business and labor, fun and frolic, betrayal: JCP! That about covers it! 🤔