I ASKED ABOUT THE WOMEN
I asked a wizened sailor
upon the beach one day.
What it is about a woman
that drives us men to stray
he looked down with great consternation
a furled brow did see
a young man posing questions
on a beach encroached by sea.
He paused and drew his pipe out
And lit it as he stood.
And coughed as he sighed,
“this will take some time
But You’ll get it son, because I could.”
There are women of sight out there my boy
your tender eyes may see
With hair in curls and eyes of pearls,
right cuties they all be.
Others are full of books my boy
with minds as sharp as tacks
Conversation and laughs wisdom and maps
more knowledge then you’d believe.
But do not follow after these things my son
There’s so much more to be had
Then looks and smarts
more to a dog then barks
Listen closely these words young lad.
If you search for a while
and you make it a style to look careful
at what another discards
Your eyes will then see things
that before they were blind too
And you’ll see God hand in your cards
There are women of a nature
That speaks not of the rapture
of femininity as it is known
But of depth of spirit
and knowledge of Writ
The most important of all things thus known.
They are rare but you’ll find them
capture the heart: a kings ransom
young man On their table you’ll dine.
Keep and protect them
Love and delect them
For their love is much sweeter than wine.