Oh, What A Lucky Man

There was a man who had 12 of the most beautiful women
    in the city as his wives

While he sat beneath a tree
Hearing the birds sing
He wondered
What a lucky man I am
Yet, I want more
Looking upon the poor man across the way
His wife's crinkled skin and hair of gray
He said, how can it be
They play so happily?
He called the wise man and asked
What is wrong with me?
The wise man looked across the way and said
There is no greater thing in the world
    then to make love to the woman you love
But you only have the woman you enjoy

By:  Roger Harkness

 

 
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