Not Gold But Rare and Exquisite

Am I captivated but not by romance; And at night the tango we use to dance; was it demonic? Everybody seems so quick to make a call; People are always looking for gold; but gold is common; Believe me she’s more than gold; and a treasure far more precious And I ask myself—was she my Mary Magdalene? And you my brother; claiming to know the answers; Holding out your basket and asking for alms. In Gods name you collect and claim for the deliverance of his work And the list grows longer while the church grows stronger; And the ladies look but won’t touch because all eyes are to be on you And I agree too little; and can only hope he will bless you And of you omnipotent one; attired in the cloths of a scholar; Wearing your spectacles and displaying your trophies and certificates; Have I not seen you peeking up my ladies dress; and why pray tell? Thanks doctor but no thanks; and her—well not likely Mr. one act play; You are predictable and you of course are never guilty of any human weaknesses And Still I regret ever leaving People must it always be a lover we can control? I’m tired of that and I’ve done it too many times now. I’m too old and it doesn’t work for me anymore; and controlling lovers never last. I liked her but all those years of subterfuge; you called my education; Has made me too often second guess myself; and brought me unhappiness; And yet to this day I remain one of society’s victims