It's so sad for any girl
When she has no one to rock her world,
And not knowing or wanting to confuse
She might already be someone else's muse.
Though she might be only thinking of now
She's not looking or thinking about later or how,
But, of then or now she's thinking of neither
Happily though, she has no-one ruining her life either.
Remember from each woman's soul there is a line
From unto which herself it will define,
But, on that line you won't see many feet
Upon that line though will stand the man that she should meet.
So, I say this to the woman who is spiritually all alone
To no one man must you ever atone,
Remember, they're always different types of men
So, I ask you, where does your line begin.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
superbly wrote- I say this to the woman who is spiritually all alone To no one man must you ever atone, ..///