End GameA Poem by David Lewis PagetI swore I’d be always single, that I’d ever be fancy free, My friends went off to be married, but I knew that wasn’t for me, I’d have my fun with the single ones Then I’d always walk away, The moment they got too serious I’d say, ‘No, not today!’ I thought I could get away with it And I did, for seventeen years, If any were loth to go with me I’d serenade them in verse, The single ranks became thinner as They aged, each fell off the tree, And what was left were much younger then And they sure weren’t looking at me. I stopped to look in the mirror once And I saw what I had feared, A touch of white at my temples and A grey patch in my beard, The lines that rippled my forehead matched The sunken look of my cheek, And these had spread as the days had fled, As the days passed, week by week. I got invited to parties as The single guy on the block, So I could balance the numbers if A girl turned up, ad hoc, The girls I’d dated were there in force With husbands near at hand, They kept their eyes on the single girls With seductive contraband. I must admit, it wasn’t much fun As I found myself alone, I’d take the car to a lively bar When I felt the urge to roam, The women were more than desperate When they reached a certain age, And those that clung would have you hung In their own domestic cage. About this time I met a woman Adrift on the party scene, She’d not been married or twice divorced So I asked her name, Jeanine, We danced together, I held her close And I thought that she was nice, She said she’d dated a hundred men But she never dated twice. The more we chatted the more I found That Jeanine was just like me, She was like a mirror image of The person I’d tried to be, I’d thought she might come home with me But she had a different plan, ‘Tonight just isn’t your lucky night, I’m going on home with Dan.’ And that was the very moment that I felt the first remorse, I’d lost control of the game plan and Events would take their course, I’d lived my life in a selfish way And at last, I thought, I see, The pain that I’d put on others, now Jeanine was putting on me. But fate has a habit of playing tricks And the tricks it plays aren’t nice, I’d see her out in the shopping mall With a number of different guys, We’d see each other and say hello But there wasn’t much to say, While her single date for the moment stood Confused, and looked away. It had to come to a head, for we Had never been on a date, The more I saw her out and about It had to be more than fate. I knew that I’d only get one shot For Jeanine was much like me, Too scared to become committed Chasing her youth, desperately. One day she agreed to go on a date And she asked me, ‘Where will we go?’ ‘Not to a bar or restaurant, Not to a movie show. We’ve both had enough of the party scene So I’m taking you down to the lake…’ We sat on a wooden bench in the park And fed the ducks and the drake. The swans went by with their cygnets and The goslings went with the geese, I held her hand and we broke the bread And revelled in perfect peace, We took a pizza out to the park And ate it under the stars, We’ve not been apart a day since then And we never go out to bars. David Lewis Paget © 2013 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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