Poem

The lights glow.

What will happen next?

Night has fallen.

The rain stops.

What will happen next?

Night will deepen.

He does not know

What I will say to him.

When he has gone

I'll have a word in his ear

And say what I was about to say

At the meeting about to happen

Which has now taken place.

But he said nothing

At the meeting about to take place.

It is only now that he turns and smiles

And whispers:

'I do not know

What will happen next.'