An Old Bachelor

A fast depreciating currency, Pity arousing like an emergency His low earning not an excuse For a now irritating celibacy And choice of a lifelong recluse, Whose quitting ought to have been with immediacy! In closely knit societies the first outlaw, Easily emerging the night’s gossip served raw; In every ranking the lowly esteemed To take up the rear among the fondly dreamed, Be he a scholar or a voice, A guidance counselor or one whom children rejoice: What the hell has been stopping him from the Holy Sacrament, If he has in a wife’ foreseen an Ornament. Always outdoor activities shunning But in the nocturnal hours shining, If not among his likes the Unhappily Married, Who when not bemoaning their marriage, already buried Are enjoying his clever bachelorhood And mistake avoiding manhood!