Of Meager Means
I’m not much of a romantic man,
I work my modest piece of land
with leather glove covered weathered hands
My upbringing was of meager means,
but I labored very diligently
And with God’s blessed help,
I made a budding something out of nothing
Truthfully, I confess ...
I ain’t that much of a fanciful hearted man;
don’t spend much time with idle eyes,
having fairytale thoughts wishing dreamily
Love’s affliction has not yet struck me
But that’s not entirely true,
not since I met you
I now think quite often of us two
The most romantic idea I can think of,
is a courtship picnic after church
Tablecloth spread in a meadow,
under a shady oak tree
Just you and me
Maybe ask for a kiss ... for good luck,
hoping of what might one day be
Sweet companionship in marriage perhaps, we shall see
Only time will tell
But this much I have gleaned, from what I’ve come to know about you,
please take no offense at my rough-edged honesty
You are a woman with a frontier soul: self-reliant and capable
No feminine timidity do you possess
Your needs are few, your thoughts no man own
I would be honored to give to you my heart and home
My offer stands, for as long as you wish to grace me
with your alluring presence
I am a man, who come from meager means,
but God has enlarged me so,
that I can now fill my heart with romantic musings
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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