A sad touch of what thought to be a delightful moment,
Made a light change to my own excitement.
Such that, it was ‘Julie’ had never called me,
That was the end of a small beginning!
My heart; not so strong was befitting,
Waiting for at least another night out or two.
But, as it turned out for better or for worse,
Again, it was I, at who was left at the tail end of a horse.
There are other options (of the other sex), out there,
To be found and cared for on my own field.
There are more than ample activities for me to work on,
To occupy my mind on clean, pure and innocent things.
At least, I didn’t leave ‘Julie’ pregnant,
To leave her on her own, to be self-feeding a child.
No bastard on earth should leave a woman like that!
To be left finding any kind of crusts of bread, in the street.
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