She smiled
when I walked through the door
A quaint
little place I’d visited many times before
“Good
evening, sir,” she said. “The usual table?”
“Yes,” I
replied. “Thank you, Mabel.”
With that
fixed derisory smile
She said, “I
haven’t seen you in quite a while.”
I hung my
head in shame
And said,
“It’s not always easy to take the blame.”
“Yes, that’s
quite true,” she told me. “But as long as you realise that the fault lies with
you.”
She led me
to a table that was totally bare
Situated in
the corner with a rickety chair
Devoid of
cutlery and bill of fare
And with an
inevitable sigh
I ordered a
large slice of humble pie
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