Of all the billions

I am well aware of some of my limitations,

They are the ones I have bumped into time and time again.

Others, I am sure, just await my reaching them.

Some of my strengths I also know

I can figure things out.

Oh not everything

But enough.

I can work on the old cars,

But not the new.

I can change a tire,

But would rather not.

I am a good rough cut carpenter,

But not a finished one.

I can ride a horse,

But never make it 8 seconds on a bull.

If the toilet breaks

I can fix it,

But if the well goes out

I call for help.

I can hook up a new TV

But when it goes awry

I need a repairman.

But of all my years on earth

It understanding women

Where I am at my worst.

You think they will,

And they want.

You think they want,

And they do.

And seldom is the one you like

Is the one who likes you.

A lifetime of looking

Has just left me looking.

I have most of my teeth,

A lot of my hair,

And no beer gut.

Alas, I am at a loss,

I just what to have

And to hold

One who wants

To have and hold

Me,

Time and time again

I am told by women

 I know

(Already in a relation)

That they just can’t

Understand

Why I am alone.

To particular I reckon,

Either me

Or the women

I am attracted to.

There has to be one

Of all the billions

That is my match

And still not matched up.

I’ve had my eye on one,

For some time now.

I hope that it is

More than a maybe

Not just a possibility.

With two wives behind me

I do not want

Strike three.

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