To have been friends with you so long, and fall
In love the hopeless, careless way I did!
Like some tow-headed hairbrained third-grade kid
Who, finding someone at his beck and call
Possessed of back-yard gym or basketball
Decides all suddenly to make a bid
For her. But thus to flip his lid
Is not becoming to my age at all!
Unable, though, to bring myself around
To where some sort of common sense prevails.
Hell-bent on proving Love is Blind, I’ve found
One thought that takes the wind out of my sails:
Which should I do, I wonder, hop in glee–
Or take myself to visit some MD?
by Ray Romine Friday, November 23, 1951
