God's Yoke

Tell me now, my close companion,
Is it worth the pain, frustration?
To spend your time in fast pursuit,
of the softer side of our creation?

Who among us understands,
Can any of us say?
What it is that guides their thoughts,
that leads a man astray.

Depression sinking, losing hold,
A scary thought indeed.
Is it upon our very soul,
that these women feed?

Worst of all, scarier still,
is the plain and simple fact.
These women do not understand,
The pain of their impact.

Destroy a man, no easy feat,
reduce him into tears.
Not even knowing, caring, seeing.
the sum of all our fears.

Yet we stumble, ever seeking,
welcome them into our lives,
To find and marry one of them,
nearly all men strive.

To have and hold, forever and more,
Perhaps god's little joke?
To make us men, not only accept,
but seek to find this yoke.

Not all of them are bad for us,
not all of them cause pain.
But all of them will make a change,
and leave us not the same.

I'm glad for all of us who find,
that one who fills the hole.
The one who's nice, who makes you laugh,
who satisfies your soul.

I still seek now, ever onward,
yearning deeply for the day.
When I can add to Gods cruel laughter,
accept the yoke, what more to say?

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