The Test of Time

There’s this man whom I’ll wait and he is only twenty eight.

He often asks why I don’t go out for dates.

There must be someone out there, I then said; let’s leave it all to fate.

But he will never know that it’s him whom I’ll wait.

He looks out for me in every possible way

And if someone were to spoil my day

He would make sure that I’m okay

In his way, he would say, “Hello small one, don’t look so grey”

It’s queer how he managed to steal my words

With him around, I’m like a flustered little bird

I try to look perfect yet he appears only when I’m wrecked

He would then make everything seems all quite right

This man is fond of disappearing acts

Affections and attentions, he would attract

Then, he would be gone for a good six months

There, I have no idea if this was his stance.

Back in my life and then off he goes

This man of twenty-eight,

This man I’ll wait.

There’s this woman whom I’ll wait and she is only twenty eight.

She often asks why I don’t go out for dates.

There must be someone out there, I then said; just leave it all to fate.

But she will never realized that it’s her whom I want to date.

She looks out for me in every possible way

And if someone were to spoil my day

She would make sure that I’m okay

In her way, she would say, “Hello small one, don’t look so gray”

It’s queer how she managed to steal my words

With her around, I’m like a flustered little bird

I try to look perfect yet she appears only when I’m wrecked

She would then make everything seems all quite right

This woman is fond of disappearing acts

Turning heads and eye contacts, she gets all that

Off she goes for a good six months

There, I have no idea if this was her stance.

Back in my life and she disappears

This woman of twenty-eight,

This woman I’ll wait.

The Time Game, both men and women, alike.