Love's Just a Simple Game

Love's Just a Simple Game                            February 20, 2006

I see all the wayward wanderers

Wail of their failing lives,

But I beg to differ with their sorrows,

For you see, I have nothing worthy of crying for.

All these folks have something or other

To touch or see or feel,

But no, not I, you see,

For I'm without the pleasures of the flesh.

So I cry a cascade like Niagara Falls

Regardless if I smile or shed a tear,

This closing of the walls on my life

Providing me with fruitless fear.

So many people stroll down lover's lane,

And I want to do so, too.

Hand-in-hand, they sing harmonious songs,

If not by voice, then by the twinkle in their eyes.

And here I am, just a wayward soul,

A gentleman, too shy perhaps,

But yearning, for want of something more, 

For my heart's hollow at the core.

Love claims no boundaries,

And it certainly takes no prisoners.

I know its patterns all too well,

And I will be the first to admit I did fail.

Sometimes I think people

Can't make up their feeble minds.

They can't decide if they are happy,

Nor can they figure out if they want to cry.

I've had friends say, "Love stinks,"

But I'm not so sure if that's true.

You just have to know the protocol, 

How to play by the rules,

For love's just a simple game,

And you gotta play by the rules.