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