AN UNSURPASSED LADY

Having a true friend is great; when that friend is also a truly worthy confidante that is absolutely marvellous.

By Stanley Collymore

 

There are women who inspire and those

that are loathsome; ladies who are cultured:

all graceful and winsome. But there’re

b*****s, too, one can easily despise

with greed in their hearts and hate in

their eyes. A mass of femininity then - all

shapes and of every colour; likeable and

adorable or simply great horrors. Among

them are mothers, aunties, sisters �"

other relations without end; or

women as lovers and

even as friends.

 

But is the latter really possible a cynic might

well ask? Yes, comes back the answer, but it’s

a rather difficult task. For the mind of the woman,

quite contradictory and Daedalian, is usually

inclined to independently work somewhat differently

from her brain. Therefore logic is seldom, if ever,

distilled from her private sentiment or habitual and

obdurate will; making it a lot harder for the average

woman to impartially assess the issues as they

generally stand, much less what’s really the

best for her, let alone that vulnerable

and highly endangered species

called contemporary man.

 

A blemish not found in your character thank God,

since you evidently use your brain as Nature

intended you should. And for that Dorial

those who’re privileged to know you

are greatly relieved that in this world

of contrived conflicts, oases of

commonsense and sanity,

thankfully still exist.

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

5 May 2001.