Cassandra's Quatrains For a Young Man
Whenever I see a young man
Proudly made of steel
I wonder at the young woman
Sure to make him kneel
Wherever I hear a young man
Loudly praise his great deal
I ponder if a young woman
Might make much of his meal
Whatever a young man
Gladly claims to bear his seal
I tender that a young woman,
Somehow, had made him real
Whomever would deny
That anything he may feel
Is not without a reply
In the partner at his heel
Is a fool; young man, tenfold.
We each are bound to repeat,
True or false, even the foretold,
Till our lives becomes replete.
Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2016
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