My Greek God
Trying To Join My Pathway To A Greek God
16 years old and full of hope, it's 1977
I began my journey to college by bus
From a sleepy little village in Devon
Excited new students jumping on board
But then, I was transported to heaven
A gorgeous young man with sun kissed hair
Sat down beside me, after paying his fare
He had a swimmers' physique with golden tan
Surely a Greek God and not merely a man?
His Summer was spent on the River Teign
Which had bestowed him a body so very lean,
Broad shoulder muscles filled out his shirt,
I do hope at college they'll teach me to flirt!
The next morning I save him a seat and then wait
Alas it stayed empty as he preferred Kate,
The natural blonde with a model's figure,
Oh how I wished that I had grown bigger!
On icy mornings he even gave her his jumper
I wished I could wear it, and prayed that he'd dump her
But he never did, and my college course finished
Our pathways parted, and my love diminished
Years and years later in 2002,
When I was selling the tickets to enter the zoo
A man who was next, he asked for a single
My heart did a skip, and a thump and a tingle
There was something about him that I recognised
Yes, it was my Greek God, I remembered those eyes!
But nothing else I could see was remotely the same
No muscles, no shoulders, and no hair to tame
He wore a Man United shirt, stretched over his tum,
Covered in tattoo's even one that said 'mum'
His flip flops worn flat under his weight
Three quarter length shorts and a shuffling gait
That was the boy that had made my heart pine?
He had chosen a pathway so different to mine
I chuckled to myself and sighed with relief,
To be happily married to a man with some teeth!
Cheryl Darby 19th April 2015
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