That Gal Poem by Phil Soar

The race for my attention wasn't purposeful or fast
And no-one ever knew if a liaison was to last
And so if there were suitors, they were never known to me
I stumbled through my teenage years, with my own company

Then in my early twenties, I looked out for passing mates
But nothing came along, and I was left to my own fate
And then along came just the mate, I longed for all those years
I thought that this might dissipate the banter and the jeers

Each time I mentioned romance to my friends or closest pal
They seemed to be uninterested, as I searched for ‘that' gal
And now we've been together, for 40 years or more
I wish I'd stayed a bachelor, or shown that gal the door