A Doomed Offensive

With some trepidation, I advance
On Catharine’s crimson door,
A suitor. Am I suitable? I fear
Her answer will be, “No.” I don’t
Arrive by private car or cab.
I had to take the bus. I bear no
Romeo’s bouquet. I wouldn’t
Say my clothes are shabby, but they
Don’t impress the way an ebony
Tuxedo would. I’ll knock. I’ll see
If I can charm, and, when I’m certain
That I haven’t, I’ll make my retreat.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-05-16 at 16:49

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