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A wry smile
I went into Toksu Palace gardens
on my way to give a lecture for housewives
and there, sitting on a bench in the shade
of the wisteria-covered pergola, was
my sworn friend but, would you believe it!
Well! Sitting there as bold as could be
elbow to elbow with some young thing!
I simply couldn't believe it of him,
so I called out, 'Old fellow!' to embarass him
and he came across, saying,
'Are you jealous or something?'
'Do as well as you can!
I'm for the flower-beds too!'
a bantering reply
but going on my way I reflected:
he's over seventy
and his wife died last year
he's living alone in the flat
so maybe.... I thought.
When I came out after giving my talk
there was my friend sitting downcast
alone on the bench
-- Jilted already?
I asked mockingly.
-- My granddaughter, fallen in love,
ran away from home, wanted to talk,
he replied, smiling wryly.
I likewise gave a wry smile and together
we strolled off towards our usual bar.