"THE SCENARIO" By Robert K. Walcott A certain lady, of uncommon demeanor, Comes into view; And, your heart, Will never be the same. Not that you are a fool, And given to childlike fantasy; But, there is something uncommonly stunning, About this, particular, lady. She is tall, statuesque, and fair. She seems to glide, with the flow of silk, At every gesture. Men are staring; And yet, she does not seem to know. There is an air of friendliness about her; And yet, she is not common. You turn aside, To regain your composure; Lest you be caught, In the allure, of her beauty. You turn again, but alas, She is gone!! A trace of bewilderment overcomes you, As you ponder, what might have been. You look again, and you realize, You’re not alone!!