Teatime Story

It happens with old men Have seen it times umpteen I’m a boy again You too sweet sixteen! You sit with folded knees Pulling down your skirt Lest in naughty breeze Thereto my eyes dart! As long as it’s your face Things are hunky dory Tales of such retrace Tell you as teatime story! But often it happens As the dreams unfurl I can’t make its sense Appears another girl! She may be the one I know Or a face I have never seen Crafted in moon’s glow Carved from days of teen! Such dreams they quickly abort When her I embrace Make with her a rapport On her neck comes back your face! Next morn I feel glum Hide behind newspaper Teatime I sit mum Without a story for her!