THE STORY OF THE SINGLE

The story of the single
Very ready to mingle
Living life like a show
As with the tide, he rides and flows
Strong as a rock
Yet lacking the buck
Fickle like a fiddle
Never afraid to meddle
Such bravado accompanied with age
And yet given to such unspoken rage
Having the spontaneity of the snow
Oh, such an unsteady haze of flow

Yet the blessedness of the single
Lies in his ability to choose
Not allowing his decisions to dangle
Letting them dance in the wild all loose
Those are the days of training
Never the time of whining
Of blessings lost
And opportunities burst
Your singleness, sister of mine, is not a curse
Please do not carry this cross

And when they are all married
And your vision seems marred
Do not be deterred young lady
That time will come,my lady
For the goal of being single
My lady, is that you allow yourself mingle
In such a world of opportunities
Not taking your gifts for granted with such impunity
Be your best and fly high, my lady
It is the fitting answer to the malady
Of the lies and deception of the culture
That makes you loose your composure

And to you my dear man
Take this and strengthen your domain

Written by

Yours Truly,
Beulah, Vivian

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