Meeting

I’ll see you tomorrow at 10
Neither early, nor late
After schoolchildren have left the gate
And the maids have collated downstairs
I’ll come with tea from Assam and chocolate from Austria
And maybe a few cashews from the coast
Although I can no more play in the back yard, I won’t be in shorts
And the fingers that once hinged in yours, are no more mine alone
Smile at me and let me go

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