I’ve got a list of fifty names, of crushes to this day,
The girls and ladies I longed for, yet all who got away,
The sweethearts borne of loneliness, affections known of Man
And yet not even one was mine, despite each prayer and plan.
So now I merely fall in love and yet that secret keep,
No dates, no gifts, no promises, at home, alone, I sleep.
Let other guys romance and wed, raise children if they will,
But as for me, I’ll count my cash and then I’ll keep it still.
And should I choose sweet charity, my fellow man to aid,
I’ll share the blessings I kept safe, donating unafraid.
To charities that match my gifts, a double blessing found,
Far better than one nagging wife and any frowns then frowned.
I think I’d rather bless someone who’d never know my name,
Than live with someone who thinks that I’m the only one at blame.
For married blitz destroys the mind then chills the heart and soul,
Some say that it can get so bad it drives you up the pole!
I’ll not propose, get wed, divorced, then moan and live alone…
I’d rather live alone right now, as King upon my throne!
Denis Martindale March 2017.
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