A balmy, warm, September morn; a sleepy, little town;
She exited the diner, night-shift over, homeward bound.
Instead of walking down the road that usually took her home,
She hesitated, turned about, decided just to roam.
And as she walked, she pondered ‘bout the life that she had led,
She wanted fame, she wanted wealth, but she got “this” instead.
A little diner, slinging hash, the tips were small to none;
She dreamed of all the many things she had not seen, not done.
She wanted rings and jewelry, she wanted furs and cash;
She dreamt of lavish lifestyles that she’d missed along her path.
Her bitter mind was swirling ‘bout the things she could not gain;
She dwelled in her self-pity … never thought she was to blame.
She’d turned down many suitors who had sought her hand and lost;
Though true to heart, they may have been … they could not foot the cost.
A beauty in her younger years, though underneath was not;
The world, it “owed her” something, was her bitter after-thought.
She walked a mile, then came upon a little wishing well;
Beside it, was a park bench, where a handsome stranger knelt.
She watched him as he flung a coin in to the depths below;
And saw him whisper something though, she could not hear his tone.
She glanced around the area, a pick-up truck she saw;
And sneered at her misfortune since he drove no fancy car.
She watched him for a moment and she gauged the way he dressed;
Some jeans and wrinkled flannel jacket, left her unimpressed.
Regardless, she just sauntered up and poured upon the charm;
She just enjoyed the game, you see, there wasn’t any harm.
She chatted with the stranger, batted heavy lidded eyes;
She wore the face of charm and grace … a wonderful disguise.
She reeled him in, enjoyed it so, was practiced at this game;
For when a rich man came about, she’d win her claim to fame.
She toyed with him a little more, and laughed at his delight,
When she flung coin to wishing well, and prayed for Mr. Right.
She saw the look upon his face, “Oh, here it comes” she sighed,
He asked her out to dinner, with a smile a mile wide.
The game is over, now she could complete this little jest,
She buried him with one cold look; he’d clearly failed the test.
She twirled upon her heel and gave a snicker as she turned,
For one day all these practices would work for what she yearned.
A rich man would just roll to town, she’d whisk him off his feet,
She knew if she had patience, he’d be there someday, they’d see.
Just then a sound of engine sputtered, and she swung around,
To glance upon the stranger as his pick-up truck left town.
But much to her surprise, the truck did not move further on,
Instead a Lamborghini rolled out from the trees beyond.
She stood in dumb-struck silence, as they stranger passed her by;
And tossed a coin toward her feet … a twinkle in his eye.