I didn’t realize how much you thought I meant
to you or even that you actually cared at all,
for you always seemed to be totally
wrapped up in yourself and,
to be perfectly frank
with you, wholly indifferent about
me and specifically whatever
it was that was going
on in my life at
the time.
So do forgive me if I’m curious to know what abruptly
brought on this change of heart on your part, and
as you’re currently suggesting and apparently
expect me to believe as well has now, to
put it mildly, dramatically from my
previous insignificant status in
your life to what’s obviously
from your perspective and most
puzzlingly and ostensibly flattering
from mine I think, catapulted
me into the most favoured
position that you’ve
deliberately set aside
in your private
emotions?
I’m well aware of the exhortation not to look a gift
horse in the mouth but I’m also fully cognisant,
as I’m equally sure that you are too, of the
legendary story about the Trojan Horse,
the adverse consequences that stemmed from it,
and the chillingly pertinent lessons belatedly
learnt because of it concomitant with the
judicious advice to be exceedingly
wary of the proverbial Greeks
bearing unexpected and
more specifically
unsolicited
gifts.
The latter admonition I both concur and totally empathize with;
it is also one that I wholeheartedly support. So bearing all
that in mind I regret to say that I must reject your
amorous overtures towards me, since the prospect of
marital entrapment and the real likelihood of unwittingly fathering
one or even more children that I didn’t sire isn’t a pursuit that
any thinking member of the male gender, among whose
numbers I count myself as one of them, would, in
such questionable circumstances as the ones
you’re proposing and whatever the
inducements were, want to be
sensibly undertaking.
© Stanley V. Collymore
7 October 2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem