The One-Woman Man
?He has the ability
but not the will.
Even If he willed it
would that muffle up
the unrelenting voice
of Oliver Twist.
The twist is he’s got only
one stinger, a bee by choice
so careful who he stings.
He is the one-woman man
He is the big oak tree
In the middle of a cornfield,
unmoved by the storm of
accolades conferred on peers
by a confused society
who hypocritically
admonish same deed.
He is the son of a queen,
plant of a good seed.
He is the one-woman man
Blame him for being choosy
His eyes are like x’ray,
sees beyond the skin and booty
not entirely fascinated by glamour.
Guided by the wisdom of old
and restrained by his own values.
He is the one-woman man
Whomever he settles on
has found a gem
a rare diamond
in a stockpile of sand.
His love brewed by
the best brew masters,
knowledge and conscience.
He expects nothing less in return.
Let the world behold
the yardstick of true manhood.
He is the one-woman man
Copyright © Joseph Nayere | Year Posted 2018
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