2012-02-14 - 5:07 p.m.
The wallflower is at the corner,
watching them dance
their great performance.
When is the time
for her to shine?
Song after song, she's waiting for her chance.
Still standing there,
as they waltz around without a care.
Is it really fair?
The clock is ticking.
Soon, there'll be no more songs to sing.
Does this mean her hope is fading?
"Ladies' choice?"
She's tried that more than once.
As often predicted, none ever lasts.
It's getting late.
Perhaps it's just her fate.
She's already more than tired.
Now she's turning around,
leaving things behind.
Unless someone finally sees her
as more than just a wallflower.
R.
