An evening out

~

An evening out

Dressed for the evening

as morning comes calling

Top hat and cane in 

a yesteryear glow

Button up sweater

to ward off the chilly

Wellies of course at 

the first hint of snow

Cuff links of gold as the

silver were tarnished

Buttons in brass with a

crested design

A pep in my step or

some other disorder

Creases all pressed and 

the hems in a line

Hailing a cab as the 

lunch crowd disperses

Paying the fare with a 

tip on the side

Noticing trees in a

blur past the window

Can't see the roses,

as they tend to hide

Checking my watch for

the stripes were distracting

Siezing the day but now

losing an hour 

Pushing the driver to

move a bit faster

His ample foot surely

must have that power

Sudden, the stop at the 

theater's grand entrance

Where waits an angel

in satin and lace

Hair golden blonde,

of a sunbeam persuasion

Dreams all come true

with the smile on her face

Off to the show,

as my arm she has taken

Soft as a lamb,

but a day before shear

Finding our seats,

though my eyes cannot wander

Beauty, they gaze

every moment she's near

~

Reviews

[D. Mansfield]

Your poem is amazing, and I figured out why I enjoy so much of what you write. You could be writing of my Father, a time and man I hold dear. Somehow you make him alive in these poems. Thank you

[Writergurl (Mama's Girl..]

I loved your last two stanza's, love the whole write.
This is a wonderful read