Too Fine For One Woman Poem by Doris Cornago

Redundant, redundancy, but the chorus goes on

We hate, we love - alternately but with consistency

We laugh, we cry - but always with the same reason

Remembering, remembrance, all these in abundance...


Are you happy? Your dad asks me in concern one morning

He is a good man and I envy him his son but wondering

Why the question - should I feel the suggested meaning

The son is indeed a fine man, too fine for one woman...


Laughing, laughter, alone mostly, but I must carry on

We doubt, we believe - but in the end, one recourse

Not to dismantle but to prop up, hold tight, cleave

Thinking, thoughts - but always with you as the reason.