Dear Gorgeous,
Could you afford us some spare moments?
Save a few up and keep them together,
So that I can come by and take you to
A comedy, gallery, Galilee or whatever.
If we gathered up some hours
And squeezed them real tight,
Perhaps they'd drip some minutes
That we could cast into the night.
It's just in this metropolis
There’s much that gets on top of us
And time between here and there
Adds up to such a loss.
But somewhere amid bricks and aisles,
Paving stones and tube
There are golden instants, moments, whiles
We seldom ever use.
Save a few for me.
Then maybe if you’re so inclined
Spend some of that precious time
Over tea in Galilee.
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