poem: Ballad of the Nearly Resolved

Ballad of the Nearly Resolved
by Job Conger
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I’ve had me some sweethearts
Who said they thought me wise.
Traded love for some bountiful
Baskets of lies.
It was all so mercantile,
I recall with a sigh.
I guess I was born to be a single,
older guy.
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My delirious romances
All ended in a huff.
I haven’t loved often
Or even enough,
But I’m done with this fool’s game
Of wondering why.
I guess I was born to be a single
older guy.
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(Refrain — Leave this out if you’re pretending it’s a poem — make that “presenting it as a poem” OR do whatever you like.)
. . . . . There were no greater thrills
. . . . . Passions more fine
. . . . .Than lusty tussles,
. . . . . Lips sweeter than wine.
. . . . . They were all yesterday’s joys
. . . . . Now I contemplate
. . . . . Life savoring different dreams
. . . . . As master of my fate.
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Companion forever hopes,
Duets in the sun.
I had my chances
And I blew every one.
Panning for gold
In the waste of woe –
You know, it’s folly to try.
I guess I was born to be a single,
Older guy.
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No more quilt and antique shopping,
There’s more room to stretch in bed.
I don’t have to pretend to like her friends.
I just have to pretend to like my friends instead.
I’ve not vacuumed my house
Since last Fourth of July.
I guess I was born to be a single,
Older guy.
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written March 12, 2006, updated September 6, 2011
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Live long . . . . . . . . . . . and proper