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.