Have A Good Day —

He’d scrounge up all his change
And head on off to the drive-through;
He knew that she would be there between
Ten o’clock and two

But she was shy, and so was he
They’d barely even speak;
Although he went there all time
The highlight of his week

As she’d give him his drink and food
She’d say, “Have a good day”
And then she’d smile a moment
Before he would drive away

But one bright day at noontime
After she said what she’d say
He looked right at her, and he said
“To me *you’re* a good day

See, every day I see your smile
Is one good day; and then
I cannot wait to scrounge the change
To see that smile again

I’m asking you, if you have time,
If you’d go out with me;
I’ll understand, if you say no:
Then I’ll be history.”

There were some cars behind him
As he looked up in suspense;
Then she took out some napkins
And one of the restaurant pens

And scribbled down her phone number
And tossed it down his way;
And said, “You call me anytime.
This has been
A good day.”

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4 Thoughts to “Have A Good Day —

  1. That is precious! And what I love most about this poem may surprise you — that she wrote her number on a napkin, she didn’t text it to him. I love that old-fashioned kind of communications, writing on a napkin or a match book cover or the back of a hand. Then you have something extra special to daydream about. Texting is not sexy — a napkin is! Great job!!

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