The Manhatten Diner

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
True love story

Submitted: December 13, 2011

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He's sitting alone it's 2am, At the far table sipping his coco. His hair as grey as old cobbled clay.  

No smille on his face but content in his ways, so smart in his wear he'd catch your gaze. 

He's gotta be 80. His hands wrinkled and weary and eyes so deep they'd make you weak.

 Suddenly a twinkle on the face of so many wrinkles. An old lady apears in a dress made of lace full of joy and laughter with a sprinkle of grace. 

Where have you been, I haven't seen you in months? She's shy in her response  \" I was alone and away from my home it hasn't been fun but here I'm back\" to that he responds \" I knew you'd be back I waited every night hoping to see you just once if I might\" 

As they sip their tea I watch in delight, such genuine smilling between two people is so rare these days day's to touch. 

They order the mudcake it's warm and it's tasty their faces simple it's contentment at it's best. Once it's over the old man speaks, my dear shall we order another?


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