The other day, while browsing through my grandparent’s “Home Library”, I stumbled upon an untitled book about marriage which within it is this delightful poem with an engaging light touch, an d reveals the changes which increasing years bring.
You’ll find it relevant as our tastes and ideas often change drastically as we pass out of the teens and into the twenties, and marriage as well.
Enjoy reading, a poem whose title was equally lacking, and have accordingly named;
At sweet sixteen, I first began
To ask the good Lord for a man;
At seventeen, I recall,
I wanted someone strong and tall.
The Christmas I reached eighteen
I fancied someone blond and lean.
And then at nineteen, I was sure
I’d fall for someone more mature.
At twenty, I thought I’d find
Romance with someone with a mind.
I retrogressed at twenty-one
And found college boys most fun
My viewpoint changed at twenty-two,
When “one man only”was my cue.
I broke my heart at twenty-three
And asked for someone kind to me.
Then begged at blase twenty-four
For anyone who wouldn’t bore;
Now, Lord, that I am twenty-five
Just send me someone who is alive!