She Remembered My Name

She remembered my name
And what I drink.
Yet I think
That she
Will not dance
With me.

Middle age
May engage
With youth.
But the truth
Is that she
Will not dance
With me.

Yet she
Remembered my drink.
But still
I think
That she
Will not dance
With me.

A middle-aged man
With white hair.
Is that how
She remembers me?
’Tis merely vanity
That makes me care