A QUANDARY
How do I look at a woman… you ask;
A definitive answer may prove quite a task.
A woman to me is an inscrutable mystery;
Is now and was so all throughout history.
My first encounter, was before any other;
She’d got to be first, as it was my Mother;
Now she’s gone… God how I’ve missed her;
The next on the scene, was my beautiful sister.
Then came the fate, for which I was destined;
However it formed, I never was questioned.
To illuminate my life, it had needed that kiss,
For up until then, I had never known bliss.
A respect for a woman, has got to come first;
A natural regard, that has not been rehearsed.
Studying shows, there’s something about them,
Strange as it seems, we can’t do without them...
©Bill Austin.
How do I look at a woman… you ask;
A definitive answer may prove quite a task.
A woman to me is an inscrutable mystery;
Is now and was so all throughout history.
My first encounter, was before any other;
She’d got to be first, as it was my Mother;
Now she’s gone… God how I’ve missed her;
The next on the scene, was my beautiful sister.
Then came the fate, for which I was destined;
However it formed, I never was questioned.
To illuminate my life, it had needed that kiss,
For up until then, I had never known bliss.
A respect for a woman, has got to come first;
A natural regard, that has not been rehearsed.
Studying shows, there’s something about them,
Strange as it seems, we can’t do without them...
©Bill Austin.