Contemplating
Thinking back, my life is quite a story.
I’ve had lots of girls & small town glories.
I never found my soul mate.
Even though, I’ve had tons of dates.
In high school I was considered a good catch.
A football star with good looks to match.
I played the field and loved it all.
Be they tall or be they small.
In my twenty’s I was in a bar.
With my buddy, we drove his car.
We picked up two girls that night.
What a time. It was out of sight.
I’ve dated friends of friends & others.
I would’ve chosen different if I had my druthers.
A few relationships got serious & lasted awhile.
In the long run I have to smile.
They didn’t work out for this reason or that.
It wasn’t always me that was the rat.
Some have said look inward & I will see.
The problem here lies within me.
Thinking back in retrospect.
That wasn’t always true. What did they expect?
Now that I am older and set in my ways
you would think I could find a match someday.
I’m pretty much an independent guy.
I often speak up. I’m not too shy.
I am not sure I want to be tied down.
Though, I think I have both feet on the ground.
Maybe it’s a fear of giving up control?
Now, I am the man, wherever I go.
Some say I fear the commitment it takes.
Am I afraid I will make mistakes?
Whatever the cause, here I am, single.
I still get the urge to mingle.
But, I think I’m destined to be a bachelor.
Not because I couldn’t catch her.
I hate to be hurt or to hurt others.
Too much emotion smoothers.
Here lies the root of the problem.
Best to keep it casual. Don’t crowd them.
That way no one gets hurt in the end.
I don’t want a lover, I want a friend.
Too bad there wasn’t some way to have both.
Maybe there is. I can’t give up hope.———R. W. Johnson—–(2013)