ALL THAT A MAN LIVES FOR
What is a Man's purpose on earth
If not to find a wife;
If not to find the love of his life?
He kicks his way out of the womb;
Looking for the woman that left a mark on him
While he was still in the spiritual dome.
He gasps for air, kicking and screaming
For a way out
So that he can find
She who has got the fair hair,
She who was ordained with flair,
She who would complete him
As they both would become a pair.
The Man then learns how to crawl,
How to murmur, how to walk
And then how to talk.
At his friend's birthday party,
There is a young girl who plays tag with him.
As they tap each other's shoulders delicately,
They look each other in the eyes shyly,
Intently, as if there is something,
Something that innocence is trying to hide.
They then brush it off like it was nothing.
At that young age,
They do not understand that it is something.
In elementary,
He had a best friend called Cindy.
In primary three,
There was this girl with the dimples;
Tiffany.
He did not yet understand that in his heart
There was an on going mutiny.
In secondary,
There were three set-in-stone categories;
You were either a nerd, a weirdo or a King.
The boys would always make fun of those
That were not in the Kingly category.
(As if they were all in it...)
Of course, the ladies were not inclined
To give a damn about the other categories.
You see, it wasn't really about the money.
Ladies love a man who is fully equipped
In all traits of the bad boy industry.
If one did not fit that bill,
Well, the ladies would play a heartfelt game of
Catch and release with him.
A poor sod indeed.
At that point of his life,
The man was neither nor.
He was indifferent...
In between...
However, there were a few ladies
That caught his eye;
There was Priscilla,
The girl with the summer eyes.
There was Tina,
The girl who really loved eating fries.
Then there was sister Mary,
The high maintenance girl that would never ever compromise.
It was then that he realised
That maybe, just maybe
This other girl with the super thighs
Would give him a love high...
...Well, she gave him some high alright.
Just not the kind that he was expecting.
At the high school prom,
She gave him something that was supposed to be sprite.
But we all know that it was not sprite.
Her high was not of the love type.
At campus
He found himself stuck
Chasing Linda around
Like a dog in a dog pound
Chasing it's tail till Kingdom come.
He chased after her endlessly for three years
Until he realised that he could not
Escape the shackles of the brother zone.
So, he moved on.
After campus he decided to focus on his work
And on his own personal development.
At a point in time during that valiant period,
He thinks about elopement.
He thinks about elopement until he meets Phiona.
Phiona, the choir leader with the white supple eyes,
With the pink succulent lips
That were a glorious instrument of worship.
...Let's just say that the sister was a real surprise!!!
Then one day,
As the man was singing the wrong note during choir practice,
He looked to his side
And saw you raising your arms
As you sang your heart out for love to find.
The man began to feel an inner warmth,
Something that he was sure he had ever felt before
Although, it had never been this strong!
This feeling made his heart pump
From his chest all the way up to his throat.
People always told him that love is blind.
Is that why amongst all the members of the choir
Hers was the only image that his pupil could find?
...At that exact moment is when he knew
That you would forever be his bride,
Forever be his pride.
The man stands at the altar,
Looking straight into your vivacious eyes.
With a voice that is nervous, shaky but true;
He looks straight at you,
Holds your hands in truth and says "I do".
What is a MAN's purpose in this life
If not to find love
And marry YOU?
A poem by Bruno Edgard
Now this one.. I Loved!!!! Great stuff indeed.. naye how many broken hearts lead to the bride?
ReplyDeleteMan has many hearts to break...
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful Bruno. I love it.
ReplyDeleteThis is very lovely. I was captured
ReplyDeleteHahaha, indeed a long journey to his bride. Beautiful poem.
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