Once there was a dispirited man
whom fate had dealt a lonely hand.
Roguishly handsome, but awkwardly shy,
true love had seemingly passed him by.

This lonesome course he took in stride.
Yet his heart hoped for a bonny bride.
Resigned to indulge a bachelor's fate
his prospects poor for finding a mate.

'Til one Spring morning he chanced to meet
a fair young maiden on Braxton Street.
He tipped his hat and said, "Good day."
She smiled in kind and walked his way.

Held by her beauty, grace and charm
they strolled for hours, arm in arm.
So went the day that changed his life;
the fair young maiden became his wife.

Copyright 2003
Laura Mae Oldham-Brownell
 
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