Sandra Martyres - The Lesson

All dressed up and no where to go,
This is the story of Nina Row
For weeks every evening,
She has been standing
Waiting for her fiance to dropp by
Her long waits just end with a quiet cry.
For he does not turn up at her door
Little does she know he is settling an old score
She had won the top award at a Music rendition
A feat that perhaps diverted his attention
The surprise that she could challenge him
In the world of music, greatly angered him
And in his jealous mind he did contrive
The best way, his point home, to drive
Would be to keep her unendingly waiting
With promises that would come back a courting
While he is busy massaging his wounded ego
Her young radiant face is beginning to lose its glow

Sandra Martyres

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