No long introduction for this one. Just something to ponder. (Afterall, this is poemsandponderings.)
Don’t let your Monday be manic,
Reception for the Stranger
I stole a look, across the room,
to see, who’d just come in.
Who could it be, I asked myself,
who caused the noisy din?
But, I could not tell, from where I stood,
just whom, that it might be,
and found, that I was wishing,
that sometime, it may be me.
But, a reception of that type, and kind,
would, surely cause my head to swell.
I never learned, who it was for,
and perhaps, it’s just as well.
For if I knew, who entered then,
and for them, I did not care,
would it not, more bother me,
that, no one cheered, when I got there?