I met the gentleman at my work
"You have a client" said the clerk
I settled back, my attention perked
Fatigue in the background lurked
As a counseller for domestic violence
It was not strange complaints to hear
Tragic stories from folks who shared
I was familiar with many a tear
"Is it too late for us to talk?"
He questioned me as in he walked
It was my lunch time my tummy balked
Right on with his tale he then embarked
"I don't exactly know how to begin"
Along with his remark came a sad grin
"At the top," said I taking a breath in
His words were filled with much chagrin
"I'm worried and need an honest advice",
Slowly he cleared his throat twice
"Lying carries a tremendous price
I've made an error to be precise"
On with the details he did embark
Surprise on my face must surely show
"I've written to someone whom I don't know
On the internet since two months ago"
"Now she wants to meet me today
The truth about me I've failed to say
You see, I wear a young man's toupee
The color of my hair is magneta gray"
I told her I was young and very rich
I wooed her with my salesman's pitch
Now I fear she'll throw me in a ditch
For she's put me in a terrible glitch
I hid a smile as I looked in his face
For the first time wrinkles did I trace
The hairpiece his age really erased
To me this was a shut and closed case