Man
In my head there is
This evil, wicked plan
To take once was his
And show he is not a man.
This fool has nary a clue
On how to treat a lady.
His one chance he blew
By acting all shady.
This southern belle
Kicked him to the curb
And now he has his hell
Ne'er again my life he'll disturb.
A man is what I need
Not a little boy
So please pay heed.
A man to be my toy.
A man to be there
A man to help me
A man that will share
A man that will agree
A man that is a man
Who wants me for me
Who wants me in his clan
And from trouble not flee.
But he was not the man
For he was just a coward
That at trouble ran
When he was overpowered.
Glad he is gone
Glad he will not be
My new dawn
Nor the one for me.
Copyright © Kristy De La Keur Scoville | Year Posted 2009
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