On the #6 IRT train in Manhattan
Met a brunette woman with a single strand of grey hair
I love grey hair, now that I am close to 70 Years.
A pair of Andrea Della Robia earrings,
listening to Bette Midler on her cell,
How we started to talk I have no clue.
However I have been thinking of her ever since.
This is not good for me, I have no idea if she even has room in her life for me?
Then I broke my right ankle in early May, missed the subway,
a dream deferred