The Wallflower

The Wallflower

At what cost

To sit and wait

For a change in the air

And stand on the fringe

Of the crowd,

Watching the dance

Unfold.

Is it cool

To watch from the wings

As a story is told,

A ballet plays out,

With the audience

Fascinated

In the major

Players,

And let go

Of the need for

Recognition.

Or will you

Resent yourself

And anyone else

Should they do well

For themselves.

Will you mind when

Arrangements are made,

Alliances formed,

Futures assessed,

And you are

Left on your own,

Without a place

When it comes to morning,

After a night

When others went wild

And all you did

Was smile

As lives were changed,

Futures arranged,

Promises made

Whilst you were waiting,

Looking cool, uninterested,

Aloof and distant.

What comes of morning

When you wake,

On your own

And face a day,

Looking back,

At what might be missing,

Who you could

Be kissing.

Too late

The dawning,

Unless you move

From the wall,

Take a chance,

Ask for a dance

And heed the warning.

Standing alone

Is like blowing smoke.

No longer cool,

The stuff of fools

And you would make

A king of them.

Change things now

And not tomorrow,

Next week,

In the morning,

Or even, the day after

The night before.