This is a true story written and displayed by me with her permission . Shrubby

An Officer not a Gentleman

Once upon a time many years ago

As her teens were coming to and end

And though they were times she would rather forget

She wanted to enjoy life rather than pretend

As her early life in a broken home

Perhaps denied of sympathy and care

Which most young ladies will take for granted

But for her the cupboard of love was bare

A pretty lass by any standard

Tho’ shy  and a trifle naïve

To know that she  longed for male company

Is not too hard to believe

And then one time on an evening out

When she visited the local Fair

There was this tall and elegant Military Officer

And she could not avoid his stare

Was this her Knight in shining armour

Would her romance begin right there

For this young Lass had thoughts of a Military career

Which may have been uppermost on her mind

Could this Young Officer have the key to the door

Beyond which perhaps her future she’d find

They met and talked for hours it seemed

For there seemed Oh! so much to say

As he pledged his everlasting love

Then with sadness she turned and walked away

Whilst travelling home with a heavy heart

Came the tears as she started to weep

And threw herself on the bed, disconsolate

To eventually cry herself to sleep

Days later she realised the error she’s made

And  tried contact by telephone

Only to be told by a fellow Officer

That her Beau to War had now gone

As she replaced the phone with a heart that was broken

And once more the torrents of tears

But then  wrote the  love letters, and prayed for his return

For weeks and then months which turned to years 

Then out of the Blue came a phone call

And it was the voice of another female who spoke

He’s mine now so stay away, then he confirmed it

And it was then that the young Lassies heart broke

So deep was the hurt that she suffered that day

To herself she made a solemn vow

No more would there be a Special man in her life

She would live her life on her own now

Time and again the Young Officer tried to contact her

But his calls she would always reject

For the depth of the damage he’d imposed upon this damsel

On a young lady, herself unable to protect

The years then passed and she got on with her lonely life

As now a wise woman of the World was she

And she carried on her career in the City

For from her previous worries she now seemed free

‘til one day whilst walking along on her own

Two men approached and placed a book in her hand

And told her to open it when she was home

Their reasons she would then understand

Then once she was alone in her bedroom

Turned the pages one at a time One then Two then Three

In front of her now was the photo of the Young Officer

Who treated her so dastardly

People may have said he never loved her at all

But just used her as a pawn in his cruel game

She remembered  asking him for a Photo as a Memento

Until a dream   a dreadful nightmare he became

But now the book has raised a question in her mind

Do I still love him and does he still love me

When I asked the young lady how she knew all these facts

She said “ I know because I am that  young lady you see”

Dennis Shrubshall  5th November 2009