At the appointed hour,
I waited,
as she had requested,
at her doorstep.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I’m just glad
I left
before he brought
her back home
and she
invited him
in.
At the appointed hour,
I waited,
as she had requested,
at her doorstep.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I’m just glad
I left
before he brought
her back home
and she
invited him
in.
It is always a/
huge thrill when she views me, and,/
then, such a let down.
It’s sad my daughter’s/
validation must come from/
others, not the One.
Let me know when
you think
the thought
you think
you’re going to think.
How long
do you think
it will take
to think
the think
you have to make?
Men know they are too/
intense when they write poetry/
and there’s no response.
She couldn’t fathom/
the butterfly’s dance across/
the sunflower’s face.
Sung to the tune of “Another Saturday Night” by Sam Cooke, also sung by Cat Stevens and others
Another Saturday night/
and I’m stuck on Facebook!/
I forgot an event/
(but I hadn’t paid).
How I wish that I’d gone out hiking*!
I’m in an awful way!
It’s hard on a fella/
when he’s been too long around./
I’ve dated all the honeys/
and all they want is money./
I’m gonna have to blow this town.
(Chorus)
*dancing
A brother once told me/
he knew a sister who was so fine./
Instead of seeing inner beauty,/
she wants to date a cutey/
with his body that is so divine.
Ohhhh (Chorus)
*eating
I stumbled and I fell bad;/
consumed with worldly lusts./
I truly have repented,/
but I may as well be dead/
because they feel no trust.
OOOhh (Chorus)
*to anything!
Her desire was not/
to be wildly taken, but/
deeply listened to.
He was so shy, love/
was impossible for him/
without her boldness.
OR
Don’t be so shy that/
love’s impossible for you/
without their boldness.