A Million To One

      A Million To One

I was fairly new in town.

I wasn’t much into fooling around.

I drove down town for food.

I was in a pretty good mood.

I stopped into the A & W stand.

I feel like a root beer, when I can.

A sweet little honey skated up to me.

The waitresses wore roller skates, you see.

I placed an order & she gave me a wink.

I was so surprised I couldn’t think.

When my order came, there was a note

It was her name & #. Call me, she wrote.

I just looked at it, I was in shock.

It just wasn’t happening to me,—- or not.

I waited a couple of days.

Then I called her, wondering what to say.

She was apologetic for being so bold.

“I have never done that before”, she told.

“It’s the first time it’s happened to me.”

“I just can’t believe that.” She said with glee.

I said “Now that introductions are made

would go out with me? Don’t be afraid.”

She said yes and that she wasn’t scared.

She just wanted me to know she cared.

We went to dinner & to a movie.

She was as snuggly as can be.

I dropped her off & kissed her goodbye.

Leaving, I thought, not bad. I didn’t even try.

After several more dates she was my girl.

When I’m with her I get a thrill.

All summer long we were together.

We had a blast. Her name was Heather.

We did everything you could think of.

My heart was higher than the clouds above.

By autumn, it became true love. What a game.

I’ve known other girls. It wasn’t the same.

We each had Senior year of high school to do.

I was sticking with her. I was no fool.

It was one of the best years of my life.

The fact we were going steady made it just right.

After graduation we were both off to college.

If she dated others, it was without my knowledge.

After college, we had to decide.

Were we together only for the ride?

If not, we had to make serious plans.

She became mine & I became her man.

Many years later I look back at all this.

Could there have been something I had missed?

Absolutely not!! I have what I wanted.

I am glad we pushed on, undaunted.

———————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

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