What else can I?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A youthful girl is on her way.

She crosses my way every day.

Her way takes her to a boy

She is in love with, people say.

Why should I stand and wait

For her to pass my way every day?

My thatched roof slackens above;

My concrete floor cracking under,

With doors loosened and windows rusting,

Why should I stand and wait

For her to pass my way every day?

I want to see her pass my way

So that I can see her spirited gay.

What else can I look for at this stage?

20.03.2005