Forgiveness is a Positive Virtue
She was trembling as she stood facing me,
Was there something she wanted to see?
Her hands were pressed against her chest,
Then I noticed she was cupping her breasts,
It was difficult for her to hide her fright,
Her small voice quavered ever so slight,
When she asked, “Are my breasts too small?”
She was exposing thoughts, fears, her very all,
She had pulchritude, talent, and intelligence,
Everything I thought was of the essence,
Her eyes searched mine hoping to find,
That I had forgiven her and made up my mind,
If I loved her, she needed desperately to know,
The question she posed was far different though,
I thought back three weeks to when we met,
The circumstances were very hard to forget,
I had been downsized with an economy shift,
Turned loose in the jobless current to drift,
“Overqualified,” they would say to me,
“That’s just the way it’s got to be,”
That was the response I got from several firms,
Saying I had a doctorate opened a can of worms,
I needed work to keep paying my bills,
I finally found work by deemphasizing my skills,
A hospital laundry kept me from going deeper in debt,
And I tried to remain cheerful with no regrets,
Yes, I remember the day we first met,
My shirt was dirty and I was soaked with sweat,
I expected to be alone while I ate lunch,
Usually treated like a pariah by the hospital bunch,
Smokers gravitated to me because I was dirty anyway,
But I sprayed a can of freshener as two smokers puffed away,
“What are you doing?” one howled in dismay,
“You’ve ruined our air and now you’re going to pay!”
I moved to another table to avoid further trouble,
That’s when two nurses arrived bringing trouble double,
The cutest nurse spoke up quickly, she didn’t hesitate,
“That was brave what you did. I think that was just great!”
The other nurse nudged her forward, “Hurry up, we’re late,”
The cute one said, “Would you go to a party? I need a date.”
“I’m just a laundry worker,” I quietly said,
“Why don’t you ask one of the doctors instead?”
Tears dripped from those bewitching eyes,
At first I didn’t believe she could tell me lies,
“Yes, I’ll be honored to go with you,”
Why she had asked me I had no clue,
But a hospital nurse of stature and style,
Had stayed and talked with me awhile,
There had to be a reason behind her smile,
Was there something about me that she reviled?
Or maybe it was just a set up for a cruel prank,
I couldn’t think of anything positive, I was drawing a blank,
In spite of my misgivings, I knew it was only a date,
If I continued to be positive I would determine my own fate,
I told myself I was just curious, I knew I didn’t really rate,
But I had forgotten about my albatross, my gullible trait,
(to be continued)
