More Than It Seemed

      More Than It Seemed

My life was making the rounds

of the honky tonks And bars.

There was no where I was bound.

Each place left many scars.

Some for all to see.

Others on the heart.

There was nothing there for me.

My life was literally falling apart.

Then I met a living walking dream.

My life took a different turn.

Not in the honky tonks, it seems.

But, in a in a library with book worms.

We whispered back & forth.

Then, I asked her out for coffee.

She said yes, was her retort.

It was odd. I felt so sloppy.

We had coffee & talked.

Her life was as lonely as mine.

I was so glad she hadn’t balked.

When I told her I had a good time.

I asked to see her again.

To my surprise she agreed.

Something good was about to begin.

Was I ever lucky to plant this seed.

With her looks, I didn’t see

how she could ever be lonely.

But, it seems she was just like me.

Except that she wasn’t homely.

Time passes like it always does.

We kept dating once a week or more.

No honky tonks or bars because

I wanted her to see so much more.

She was a teacher in grade school.

I was a carpenter full time.

She was interested in what I do.

I was only thinking I wish she was mine.

We had many interests in common.

There was so much to share with her.

she introduced me to her mama & kin.

Where my family was, I wasn’t sure.

One day, listening to the radio.

We heard a religious show.

We both said maybe we should go.

There was so much we didn’t know.

To make a long story shorter now.

We ended up being baptized there.

Then we exchanged wedding vows.

We became members. Now God we share.

Our life has become a threesome.

We may become four before too long.

For now it’s her & I & God is the third one.

Life has become a happy song.

Funny how life changed from honky tonks & bars.

To paradise every day of my life.

No longer does loneliness scar.

Because I have God and my wife.————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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