A tiny cute girl with Blondie curls
This second grade boys heart did whirls
I delivered papers just to pass her front door
But this little boy she did always ignore
I was one of the Three Kings school play
But a star--a voice that crooked, gave me away
She was Mary--sang to baby Jesus, star of the show
My part over off in the audience I did go
At the tent revival two rows back I sat
Her look of disdain hurt and I moved back
One day I got the nerve and said you look great
She said, You're not in my class would never date
In her middle twenties I saw this girl again
Abused and beaten three times divorced and thin
Not the same girl in a life of losing would never win
Now she is seventy, no smile, bent over, unseeing mask
Sometimes we make choices she was right never in her class