Once upon a time.
Oops, that is an age old beginning of any bedtime story
Since it didn’t involve , ah yes,
Any bed times then, I swear
Lets read it like
This happened sometime back.
Like a whiff of fresh air, she came by and
Our guy’s world became beautiful once again.
Birds, yeah birds
They started chirping and the
Flowers , they bloomed again and as
*Pippa, said “All was quite right with the world”.
“And they lived happily ever after?”
Bug, don’t you jump the gun, lemme complete.
One fine, oh no,
A sad morning revelation struck
Like a hundred ton truck,
That she cant really wait
For someone of the same age, till
He makes it big and earn those millions.
“But, what about our dreams?
Our castle in the highlands?
The summer house by the river?
The nocturnal voyages down the stream?”
She smirked “GROW UP” and walked
away.
Like a fool, he stuck around there
For some more time,
For some more time,
Till it rained.
*Pippa, the little, silk winder of Asolo in Robert Browning’s verse drama “ Pippa Passes”
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