ONE ...

 She was sitting by the window,
And he entered her car.
"Married," she thought.
"About thirty-five years old," he thought.

And outside the window the spring blossomed, The
world was beautiful, like a dream.
"Beautiful," she thought.
"How good," he thought.

But life for happiness is not given.
He got up and went to the platform.
- What a pity! She thought.
- What a pity! He managed to think.

And at home, squeezing a glass of wine,
Including your favorite Waltz-Boston
- One, she thought.
"One," he thought in the distance.