Perchance

She was ninety-six; he was sixteen.
Her days were ending: his were beginning.
She was a dreamer; he was called a geek-
Poles so apart they could never meet.

All that changed the day before the party.
Rumors were that he madly adored Betty,
A pretty girl who lived on the same street.
But scared, he was, to confess his feelings.

And so his ninety-six year old granny
Found him sighing, sulking, and lonely.
“It’s a girl, isn’t it?” She asked wisely.
“Yeah!” He said and told her his story.

“Well”, She said. “When will you do it?
Ask her if she’ll go with you. Why wait?”
Mortified he was as he exclaimed loudly,
“What if I do, and she doesn’t agree?”

His granny sat near him and said softly,
“What if you ask her, and she agrees?
Of that, there’s an equal possibility.
You should ask her, if you ask me!”

And she spoke something of regretting,
In the end, the missed opportunity.
But he had heard all that was needed.
And all the way to Betty’s house ran he.

He asked, and she agreed promptly.
And off to the dance, they went happily.
So my friends, truth be told truthfully,
A chance not taken is one lost, definitely!