I was once, not so bold
Rather shy, I was told.
Then it happened, that I grew
Into a kind of, "Pot of Stew".
From time to time, I'd make a wave
Finding new ways to misbehave.
There came the time, I needed to shave
And realized then, I'd best behave.
Young maidens were, much more fun
A wonderful way, to find "The One".
I found that One, and looked no more
Then raised a child, that we'd adore.
We did our best, to pass the test.
The years went by, we were blessed.
Now my wife, had to Leave
With memories, I smile and grieve.