Pardon Me, Pardon My Part 3
He:
We should stop meeting like this.
Good day ma’am.
She:
We should, I suppose.
Good day to you.
He:
Such a lovely day.
I rise everyday feeling mighty grateful.
She: Long pause
I wish I was grateful.
An old hag like me does not have tales to tell.
Even if I did possess tales.
With whom would I possibly speak them to?
He:
I am quite familiar with such a feeling.
No need to worry yourself silly.
Life has its way of alarming us.
It sure alarmed me to happiness.
She:
How so?
I would like to think life is what you make it.
He:
You are right there querida.
But at times when you battle your hardest war,
You still lose.
She:
It certainly sounds like you have a tale to narrate.
He:
Ha-ha, I have many tales.
I love one in particular.
Would you like to hear it?
She:
What else would an old hag do?
You may.
He:
Pardon my ambience.
You are not such a thing.
You were once a vision of brute beauty.
And you still very much are.
She:
That’s quite kind of you.
If I knew my life would be a bore.
I would have chose differently few years ago.
He:
Pardon me for my candidness.
But it is where it is meant to be.
© Herzel Poshiwa
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