When You Find a Good Thing

by Stephen A. Dantes
(St. Lucia, Caribbean/Kings Park, New York)

She will tell you nice things, sometimes
And she can say the bad ones too
Maybe bolder than, or colder
Even twice as emotional as compared to
Might sting just a bit deeper than
But she means well, they always do.

We know men, or at least we should
In the event that, if at all necessary
When a man, needs rise mightier
Scrota deserves no pulpit, any
Nor do many behold, albeit possible
Remain an ear, well tuned to glory

For it is not for self, or within
True it can if you will, but not
To have or hold, to keep, means more
And man, and her, they plot
A death must be, might the want arise
Yet she remains, but he, and sought

Search is not without cause, nor form
And man is cause, but form, from her
To her, and made to, sometimes
Or born to, dream like babies do helpless, the
Like paths homeward, and treasures marked X
Find that good, keep it live, or suffer