Is it fair
I shout silently
T've worked all my life
Forty nine trips around the sky
slowly turning a wild child
into reckless youth
a man-child with hair on fire
and desire
morphing into husband, loyal
a father, caring and kind
but trusting, no
never quite that

Only now
I scream without sound
furious that fate has chosen
This, of all times
to lay at my feet
one true friend
worthy of trust
unbridled lust
deserving love
a kindred soul
the perfect match
but fate states, no
it isn't fair