Finite Man
Lucinda was mine
Till the time
That I found her
Holding Finn.
Loving him.
Then you came along.
Loved me strong.
That’s what I thought.
Then, me and you,
That died too.
Don’t know that I will
But until
I can find me
A little girl who will stay,
And not play
Games behind me.
I will be what I am.
A finite man.
A finite man.
This poem can
Make you a better man.
Sounds like “Solitary Man.”
Do it, if you can.
No need for women to trample man.
When you can be a finite man.
Take things in hand.
Come on boy.
I know you can.
——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)