Somewhere there is a Man who will meet me - Perhaps next week, on Tuesday, his Date with Destiny Will be - and I wonder, this Sunday morning as he Takes his tea (or coffee) if he feels The shift in his life Begin, the gears Engage, and me emerging From the shadows of his Future life to greet him? Does he feel this woman Nearing him, bearing Marriage and two children In her hands like gifts And much happiness Within?next poem