You lingered in a deep and restless sea,
Ostensibly, a man content to be
Untethered by the bonds of wedded bliss;
Resistant to the charms of every Miss.
Simplistic in your chosen way of life,
Hard-fast, you vowed to never take a wife.
In stormy times you suffered solitude,
Preferring that to being misconstrued.
Champagne at breakfast time – you had your fill.
Another ghost upon your window-sill.
Meandering with tides that rolled and fell.
Enduring what, in truth, was living hell.
Inevitably, fortune took your hand.
Now, steadfastly, she anchors you to land.
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