The Ring
by DR Varg
To hold the ring, was my request
while my role...did perform.
It clashed with how tonight, I dressed;
din't fit my uniform.
My character...this night I played;
from cen'tries past, did fare.
So, he whom I performed, portrayed
could not, this jewel-ry, wear.
My nicest three-piece suit, I'd wore
when first, arrive, did we.
But then I changed, got ready for
the part...agreed to be.
And aft' I changed my outfitting
to look, then apropos,
I noticed, on my hand, my ring;
that had to leave--to go!
My garment had no pocket, and
to hold it, I could not!
But Col was there--put out her hand
so, this, Colette then got!
I played my part; the folks...did greet!
...looked fine because of her!
Then ushered patrons to their seat,
where photos, taken, were.
This role was my assignment, part
in this so fine, event.
I did it till the Ball did start.
Then...inside we both went.
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But 'fore we could enjoy the Grande
events of this night's fare
I changed out of my costume and
my modern suit...did wear.
Oh! This eve; wonderful, was, it;
a time of such delight.
Did so enjoy each prized minute
which, we two shared this night.
And when it ended it was such
a truly precious thing;
Each mem'ry vivid. Oh! so much!
Except for that class ring.
My thoughts, it didn't enter, 't all;
'Twas nothing, I paid heed!
Then three months aft' the Gala ball
she gave it back--decreed
t'was time for her to move ahead;
seek dif'frent paths, to view.
I was surprised at what she said
but soon sensed I was who
had failed to give her that which she
did fully merit, so!
Then...touched the ring and suddenly
this point of view did show:
Instead of her just holding it,
a favor done for me;
why not enhance it's benefit
a sign of love, to be.
So...offered it, this time to mean
how much to me, she meant!
Politeness din't just fill the scene;
but love, so imminent!
So this I did. The offer made,
the ring meant love this day.
She took it back. I hoped and prayed
t'would mean our love would stay.
But this wish din't occur, come true;
she, once more, gave it back!
Then sailed off on new oceans, blue;
our love died with a WHACK!
But now she's resting on the shore.
I'd like to do one thing;
to give this back to her once more;
to leave with her, this ring.
So, she'll be in possession of
an item we did share;
a symbol of our lasting love,
t'be with her; always there!
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David R. Varg (1-11-03)
