Our tongues are like aces; you’ve got to know when to hold them.
But, if you never let them wag, connection you condemn.
If you’re happy on your own, you’ll find silence is golden.
Yet, as chance to bind arrives, your voice you should embolden.
Rare, are your opportunities; when, cloistered is your life.
Still, even priests found time to land a husband or a wife.
Try to keep a weather eye; but enjoy your company.
Then, you’re fine just where you are; but prepared for what may be.
Celibate by circumstance…though, I could put one over.
Lend to me a good luck charm…got a four leaf clover?
L.B.Stowe 