Twin Soliloquies

Wonder how I’d feel
Living on a hillside
Looking on an ocean
Beautiful and still
This is what I need
This is what I’ve longed for
Someone young and smiling
Climbing up my hill
We are not alike
Probably, I bore him
He’s a cultured Frenchman
I’m a little hick
Younger men than I
Officers and doctors
Probably pursue her
She could have her pick
Wonder why I feel
Jittery and jumpy
I’m like a schoolgirl
Waiting for a dance
Can I ask her now?
I am like a schoolboy
What will be her answer?
Do I have a chance?