Why be the fool
And make yourself a tool
Of pencil-mark pleasure,
Subject to undue erasure?
Only a fool lives for the woman
Who wishes she were the man;
Take her kisses and her hugs
And you’ll be one of her dogs!
Man wake up from your slumber
And hear these words of a brother!
Love, if you will, the pretty women,
But think not like a laying-hen.
Accept her love and her promise
But do not bask in it with ease.
For, the day she finally leaves,
You will wilt like pruned leaves!
Never you break your woman’s heart
Or she’ll fight you like a wounded cat.
Tell her she’s pretty, tell her she’s sweet,
But never you tell her your secret!
This poem was written in 2005 after a rather painful heartbreak.