Bachelor of Despair. (On Growing Old Gracefully)

By Patrick Rigg - 04/06/2009

Yes, I am the first one to admit,
I’m not tall, dark, or handsome,
Nor am I a millionaire playboy,
In the very first flush of my youth.

 

I’ve served my time, a graduate
From school of hard knocks,
The university of life,
Where wisdom, experience is all.

 

They say there is someone for me,
A living, loving soul mate waiting,
To be found, and ease life’s journey,
But where, where are they today?

 

Am I really so unlovely, unlovable,
The whole world must take flight,
Before word is spoken, or even
My face is seen, or presence felt?

 

I will not talk of football, sport,
Bore to tears with talk of old loves,
Attentive, I will hear your words,
Learn, speak of what matters to us both.

 

All I beg today is just one last chance,
I know myself; please know me too,
Not just the skin and bones, a shell,
But all that makes me; inspires the soul!

 

I have my faults; they are so many,
But surely is this not true of all of us?
The years have truly mellowed many,
The rest remain; I am not blind to them!

 

Friend, just for a fleeting second pause,
Please consider the good if you will,
I care deeply; so much love to give,
As I find new ways to cherish, love you!

 

This man laughing, smiling, gentle too,
Offers you his all, his brightest gems,
A heart that beats with love so true,
And will be a real, lasting friend to you.

 

 

Patrick R
May 2009