The mystery of love
This month's blog entry is somewhat different from my usual drivel. You may find that this is drivel too, but I’ll risk it. It’s a poem of sorts. I was sitting contemplating my Chivas when I got to thinking about my life, (I do that sometimes), Anyway what follows is the result.
The Mystery of love
Well it is to me
Just look at my past
It is plain to see.
When we are young or become of age
We are curious to know more and turn the page
We see our opposites in a different light
looking to feel that elusive delight.
We play at friendships, partners and soul mates
And thinking that paradise we have found
But before you know it and in the blink of an eye
All your dreams are dashed to the ground.
This happens over and over again
Until one day you think you have learned
You realise it is not a game
But all those people you have spurned?
You learn to appreciate, nurture and respect
The soul you hold so dear in your heart
You let your guard down you feel secure
But your partners’ actions you did not expect.
Suddenly the tables are turned
It is you who are disappointed, you who are hurt
Your arrogance had made you nonchalant
And sometimes even curt.
And after a few knocks and bruises
That special person taps on your door
You decide you want to marry them
So you can please them evermore.
You try your very hardest, the best that you know how
But somehow it’s still not enough
“What have I done wrong now?” you ask
As the door slams shut and they leave in a huff.
After three failed marriages to perfectly good wives
67 years old alone and distraught
Three women can’t be wrong, can they?
It has to be me who is at fault.
People keep telling me not to give up
For out there is my match
I wish they would hurry and show themselves
I will try harder and be a good catch.
Till next month. xxx
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