I went to the meeting alone, but I thought
that everyone there would be friendly - I thought.
The seats were all taken - I stood by a palm
hoping that someone would just touch my arm
and say “Do come to our table - I’ll get you a chair.”
But nobody did. I wished I weren’t there.
When eating tea in the dining-room
I smiled at several ladies whom
I ‘d tried to meet at the meeting.
“Excuse me please!” “When are we eating?”
“You dropped your book!” “Are you also alone?”
Was I so utterly monotone
that no-one saw that I was there?
At home they’ll say “How did you fare?”
I’ll answer with a careless fleeting
smile “Oh! - it was such a lovely meeting -
a most marvellous time!”
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