A Waiter's Plea

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I walk through the thresh of which i unlocked,
if only a glance i could catch of whom stalked.
But as i peer into the night air,
i perceive nothing i note with despair.
silence is golden or so i should hear,
but gold is like coal in my woken ear.
I toil with lock and key in my hand,
the noise i had heard was nothing but sand.
Sand of the one who's dreams he should bring,
this silence like bells in my ear seem to ring.
Another knock wraps on my door and i steer,
Is this the one i waited for dear?
I fling the door open with smile abroad,
"my dear your home i'm so happy dear god!"
but as i peer into the night air,
i perceive nothing i note with despair





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