In the years of my youthful prime
Pretty women smiled all the time,
Tossing their hair as they passed by
With flirting blinks from curious eyes.
A young man haughty and handsome
I appealed to the brazen and winsome,
A potpourri of women in my collection
Filled most nights from recollection.
A line of women entered and went
Soon after their desires were spent,
Each encounter but a brief interlude,
Their pretense of love so very rude.
Unaware all the while I was being used
Solely for the purpose of being amused.
My clouded mind knew only passions
As I played the game without ration.
I drifted through my fast paced youth
Never for a moment facing the truth,
That this man with the face of a boy
Was nothing more than a woman's toy.
If only one lover had taken the time
To explore what was in my mind,
Per chance love would have bloomed
From neath the sheets of my bedroom.
Where has my handsome youth flown?
Where have the pretty women gone?
If only I had fallen in love somehow
Perhaps I would not be alone now.
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Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 07-18-04