Advice

"It has been asked and asked again By philosophers, commoners and kings From primeval fall to a codeine brain The question stays, for agony no wings. Too ridiculous: I shall not shiver on A roof without penthouse accommodation, Nor care two hoots for the question That rib just was not right for this situation. I need a companion, friend, and lover Not a cackling nag, or a full hormonal bag Of nattering harassment, a complainer Was not of my bone that now feeds the hag" Poor man, what do tell this troubled soul How truth so terrible comfort a frazzled friend He is so out of his wit and without control Truth will bring him closer to his tormented end. Did not Yahweh, the designer, told a man Whatsoever she say to you do it, and yet they Got along as friends. To love your woman Is the measure of your strength, and the day You keep her happy from dawn to dusk Is the measure of your manhood, and your trust But endure here nattering peace to its husk Is love stronger than iron, patience without rust. Is Is