Oh how I pity other men, their hopeless life position,
Their marriages unhappy, wives gathering ammunition,
Lives filled with useless purpose, action without meaning,
Endless options wasted in a cycle most demeaning.

And here I sit infatuated, rightfully content,
One woman giving purpose to this saturated heart,
Our happy chances strong because pure giving is her bent,
Demanding only time and love to ensure we never part.

Oh how I pity other men, and some much more than others,
I pity some who many would consider were above us,
The one I feel most solemn for is Aussie legend Hugh,
He could have had Samantha, but thank God he never knew.


8 January 2012
© Michael G Reid 2012