Between You and Me

Stuck alone I was on a large lift once. And that was indeed long ago, quite long— When the world was young, quite young, full of bounce. I groped and groped in vain, whistling a song! Groping in the dark for the alarm switch: All that I c’d wish for, all the while whistling, What’d have lifted my spirits in the glitch, Was my charming girlfriend—none intruding! But that was not to be; no, not to be. Now torn between discretion and passion, I am sonneteering: Woe unto me? No great loss, just a fleeting commotion! Well, I left the lift—left with self-pity. What a pity, though it all sounds witty! ***