If you want to be ‘loved’
for the person you are,
go out today
to your local
buy a sad eyed
cat or dog
be their hero.
be a hero.
be your own hero.
you were never promised unconditional love
when you were born.
that reassurance would be nice
whether you are male or female.
who’d make that promise
and keep it?
no relative or friend I’d ever known…
and, as for the women,
I’ve forgotten more of them than I can remember.
Not that they were forgettable.
they were not.
it’s the passage of time.
things just get a bit cloudy
as the years pass by.
it must’ve been for my learning
in my lonely journey
to where I am now
with my beautiful wife.
but, there is this memory of me in the mirror.
it doesn’t haunt me, anymore…
I was once a lot handsomer than I am now.
all in all, I think I used to be
an 8 out of a possible 10.
I was so beautiful,
muscles here and there.
much more hair.
of course, I look so distinguished now.
that more than a touch of gray
seemed to take what was left on my head, over…
(it’s my gray beard my wife so loves. If she didn’t object, and believe me, I’ve asked her on many occasions for permission.
I’d shave it all off just to see what a 65 year old without a beard actually looks like.)
but, would I trade it all to be young again?
I’d have to think about going through all that
I don’t know, honestly, I don’t think I would want to do that.
It just wouldn’t be the same.
it wasn’t worth the experience,
only that it led me to be
fine with where I am now.
going around once is enough for me.
I do feel a sense of relief that’s all behind me…
I sure wouldn’t want that all ahead of me, once again.
I feel a sense of relief that part of my life is over.
(looking back, youth was more a burden than asset. I wasted it. I should’ve been an old man when I was born. It would’ve saved me a lot of trouble…)
It’s another societal pressure gone
that all it seemed to bring was
that caused me
then long spans of
loneliness between each new woman.
Animals, on the other hand,
know how to love you, best.
They have no ego.
they don’t get sad.
they don’t get pissed.
they aren’t moody.
they don’t leave.
they don’t cheat.
they don’t get pregnant
because you get them fixed.
they don’t need security or money.
it doesn’t matter to them what neighborhood I live in
or what car I drive.
I don’t have to be a ‘hot guy.’
I don’t have to wear a suit
or be in a particular profession
or have a degree…
I don’t even have to work out
or watch what I eat
(even though I do.)
I don’t have to make a certain amount of money each year.
I surely don’t have to be rich.
they don’t have to shop.
they don’t even need money.
they don’t complain about aches and pains.
they don’t give me a ‘honey do list.’
they don’t yell and scream at me.
they are always in a good mood.
they lick your face.
they hop up on you
because they are happy to
see you every day.
they want to be played with.
they want food and water.
they mind you
they’d rather be inside the house with you.
they follow you around.
they sleep a lot.
they are glad to take a nap with you.
they sleep with you over night
and never say ‘goodbye’
in the morning.
they get up when you do.
they can teach you how to love if you’d only learn
to listen to them.
so, look into their beautiful eyes.
you’ll see no ulterior motives.
they don’t manipulate you into doing
what they want you to do…
they don’t try to deceive you.
they are not the ones who say things
they don’t divorce or break up with you.
they never break your heart
(until they die.)
they don’t smash your car up.
you can trust them with your money.
they don’t charge your visa up to its limit.
you don’t have to be in a good mood or smile at them…
you can be you and they always love
you for that.
they have no rage.