Notes:
I wrote the following poem for an accountant at Deloitte, whom I met randomly outside the Four Seasons Opera House (the opera to be performed that night was a Canadian Opera Company production of “The Marriage of Figaro” by the Mozart).
Friday Night at the Opera
How the gods must be cruel
To cast a beautiful young lady into the night
Her body delicately dressed
Yet her pocket devoid of opera tickets
The misfortunes of chance and fate
Do conspire against her
Taunt her 70-hour work week
And foil her plans for the night
She is relegated to wandering the city
Her coat brushing against the wind
Maybe she will drink tonight
To forget or to remember
In the darkness she wonders
Whether Figaro’s marriage has commenced
As a life of balance sheets and statements
Awaits her in the morning
