I want for naught, you know.
Bachelorhood ever has shaped me
Into this charming beau.
I’ve always approached it indifferently.
For Love to find me it must search.
But sometimes I feel it intensely.
Like a pilgrim on Sunday to Church.
I’ve never thought much about aging
Of what I will do when I’m old.
And what of the war I’ll be waging?
Will I take on those battles alone?
For me, time is very much finite.
Not much of its sand left to fall.
And tho I act like it’s alright
I’m waiting for someone to call.
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