Only For the Last Line

Only For the Last Line

This will be easy

And you won’t think it strange

That in my youth how sleazy

My affairs did I arrange.

You will believe me,

But you will not observe

How I achieved not three

But two loves undeserved.

I should not have let it happen,

But I felt I could not change.

My driven desire wanted to tap in

To immediacy, not thinking long-range.

First it was Marge,

Statuesque and tall,

Some say large.

For her did I swiftly fall.

In my mindless youth

They were bountiful in the arena,

My eyes blinked as a sleuth

When I viewed the beautiful Tina.

Could this be true love?

How can one love two?

But away they both did not shove

Me like worn shoe.

Then I left them to serve in the militia,

Not really, it was the Marine Corps

When I met Patricia

And I knew to the other two I must close the door.

I chose a new freedom

With one love now, no more fooling around.

To the former two I asked that they see from

My point of view, not to weep tears and drown.

So, don’t cry for me, Marge and Tina.