Long suffering women clapping…for the minimum.
The fact they get you to do it…is the trick of him.
You know, “the one”…you have been training to hunt so long?
Finally, once you find him…begins your sorrow’s song.
For, you’ll make another man…& both will hope for good.
Birthblood flows, life meets the road…have love of steel; not wood.
All will cheer you on, manically, as you parent.
Hold applause on basics…til launch becomes apparent.
If ovations were the universal basic praise…
Sadly, there’d be no more future adults left to raise.
L.B.Stowe 