When a man goes on a date with four women
one being his wife-who sits by his side
he realizes almost immediately…
he’s in for a wonderful ride.
When a man goes on a date with four women
he is thrilled, he is quiet…he’s reserved
and he realizes almost immediately
how much wonder there is to observe.
And how much time he has to observe it
(I imagine this is true in the north, in the east, west and south)
because when a man goes on a date with four women
he never gets a chance to open his mouth!
So he smiles to himself because he knows
when this day is done…and in his memory long after
he’ll remember their stories, the look on their faces
he’ll remember their smiles and laughter.
He’ll remember how the moments seemed to flow easily
one into the next…
how they blend.
He’ll remember what it’s like to be sitting
in the midst of a circle of friends…
He imagines it’s like sitting in a garden
and he loses track of the minutes and hours
refreshed by the breeze that is born of good friends
surrounded by the beauty of flowers.
Yes, when a man goes on a date with four women
and one of them happens to be his wife
along the way he realizes not only is this a wonderful ride
but it’s part of a wonderful life.
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