The Eternal Bachelor at Group Counselling
April 23, 2019
Nearly four decades old, never been married once.
Never even been out on a date.
Never met my “better half,” to be quite blunt.
I’m sure many of you here can relate.
Often do I dream, though, of meeting my Miss Right,
But often have I wondered how ready I am,
For often have I spent outside of the dating spotlight
That I wonder if I’ll end up a hero or a ham.
Am I mature enough to handle a relationship
And all the responsibilities tied to it,
Or would I just mess it up with my dull brain and fat lip
And in the end prove to be a worthless twit?
‘Cause if love were a game, I’d play not just to win, but for keeps,
For to win at love is to keep the heart
Of the person one’s courting with marriage being the great leap
One commonly aims to take from the very start.
Would I end up, though, giving her the attention she deserves
And all the care any real man would give his wife,
Or would I be too wrapped up in myself to serve
Her needs and thus be a burden on her life?
Would I tend well to homelife, including whatever kids and pets
We’d have with balanced dedication and grace,
Or would my childish habits and wants find a way yet
To prove to my family that I’m some kind of disgrace?
Would I advance in my career and remain the financial spine
And as such the rock to lean on as per my station?
Would I manage to keep my cool even during the worst of times
And not lose my head no matter the situation?
Would I be even only one thing a woman would expect a man
To be for her no matter what comes out way,
Or would I be just another schmuck as crafted by Sam’s plan
To further the gender divide ’til Judgment Day?
I doubt I’ll ever know, but one thing I know for sure
Is that I still have quite a way to go
Before my heart and soul can even be considered pure
Enough to score a woman’s love just so,
And though part of me wants to give up, especially at my age,
And resign to the fate I swear God’s given me,
I still can’t help but want to overcome my inner rage
And keep shaping into the best man I can be.
I still want to grow at my most immediate craft and try
New ones so I can master multiple things
Just like so many other men have done before they died,
And to join their ranks would certainly ease this sting
I’ve felt in my heart for decades now since I was a mere boy—
A pain all men feel (and surely women, too):
The inadequacy of not living up to one’s employ
And the yearning to prove oneself before one’s through.
I’ll therefore keep fighting to earn my way past heaven’s gates
One way or another, and if perchance my Miss Right
Does indeed come along, that’ll surely be something to celebrate,
Although at my age, the timing just doesn’t seem right.
I can’t afford to pine for my younger days, though, so fight I shall
Further to be the best man I can be,
And with or without my “better half,” I’ll make it somehow, pals,
And at last fulfill at least part of my destiny.
I’ve blown it so many times already, be so one way or another,
That I’ve cheated myself out of success during my youth,
But if there’s any chance left for me now, let me tell you, brother:
I shan’t spend another day being dumb and uncouth.
No more hanging on to yesterday or my petty, immature ways.
No more dwelling on what could’ve or should’ve been.
It’s time for me to grow up and shape up at long last today
And become one of the greatest men womankind’s seen,
And if Miss Right never comes into my life, if nothing else,
I’ve done what I can to live up to my design
As expected of all men and made something of myself.
That’s my pledge, and I’m standing by it, friends of mine.
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