Ah cannae dance like Fred Astaire
Or shoot like Randolph Scott;
Ah cannae wave ma curly hair
Cause Ah’ve no got a lot.
Ah cannae paint as good as Gogh
Or write like Brothers Grimm;
Ah cannae dive in Lochend Loch
Because Ah cannae swim.
Ah cannae rin like Steve Ovett
Or drive like Stirling Moss;
Ah’m no the macho man ye’d get
Whae likes tae be the boss.
But Ah’m content wi mairrit life
An what’s still left tae be,
Ah couldnae hae a better wife
Than Margie’s been tae me.
So bugger stars an motor cars
An athletes whae can run;
Or aeronauts whae bypass Mars
An Randolph wi his gun.
Tae Hell wi Rembrandt an Manet
The Windsors’ royal line;
Tae Hell wi Tenants ev’ry day
For Margie . Ah’ve got mine.
Ah think o ye aw through the day
An dream o ye at nicht,
An Margie Ah can truthful say
Ye’ve been ma guiding licht.
Author: Christie H. Grahame from Poems of Love & Loss

Poems of Love & Loss
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Beautiful.