I know I said I wouldn’t write
but I couldn’t sleep last night

Thinking about the mystery man
who hails from India, not Iran

We talked about cars
and lucky stars

I think that was my lucky day
but I didn’t see it that way

I got so used to saying ‘No’
You turned around and you did go

Into the depths of Thomaston
never to be seen again

The white Mercedes zoomed away
Another time, another day

What is fortune?  What is luck?
I don’t know, I got stuck

Please come pull me out of the quick
There’s still time, in the nick!

Contact me! Call or write!
Any morning, noon or night

Otherwise we’re forever lost
Saying ‘No’– that’s the cost

Leslie D. Feldman
Hofstra University
Great Neck