“I Don’t Know Much About Women”
Off to the
west the sky roiled as lightning flashed,
I thought, “Looks
like we’ve got a storm heading our way,”
I’d been out
here on the range for weeks,
This job was
over and I was ready to collect my pay,
“Lonesome
Jim, I don’t understand women,”
I was down
in a ravine but I heard the young man yell,
“They’re
complicated and ask way too much,
What they
want is confusing as hell,”
“Son, there
are several things you’ll have to learn,”
Now I’m just
a foreman and I don’t know much,
Especially
when it comes to knowing women,
But I gave
him some ideas, about pleasing them and such,
“First, Bill,
you need to understand how you think,
Once you have
a handle on that, you’re on your way,”
By then Bill
had ridden up and looked me in the eye,
“Are you
saying that women think different than a guy?”
The
expression on his face said all I needed to know,
Bill believed
men and women always thought the same,
“Son, men
can only focus on one thing at a time,
He loses
track of the world and even forgets his name,
But a woman
is ready to do many tasks at a time,
While she
builds family ties she’s a planner and a baker,
She’s got a
lot more strengths than he does,
She’s a
caregiver while he’s a taker,”
Bill was
disturbed by this, perhaps a trifle mad,
“Are you
saying that women are better than men?
Whose side
are you on?” he snarled derisively,
I knew right
then I had entered a tiger’s den,
“Tell me,
Bill, what makes you want to cry?
You hide
your feelings because you’re a guy,
But women
could explain forever and a day,
How feelings
are important and a thousand reasons why,”
She’ll take
you through the day and every mood swing,
You’ll want your
ideas organized and each idea filed in place,
She’ll want
to share her day and tell you everything,
You’ll want
the bottom line, and you’ll cut through the chase,
If you
listen to her she’ll believe she’s loved,
And always
look straight into her eyes,
If you look
away like you’re talking to a man,
She’ll interpret
what you say as lies,”
“Lonesome
Jim, if you’re so smart to give me advice,
How come you’re
always out here, alone on the range?”
He thought
he had me cornered because I hesitated a bit,
I said, “I
think your question is valid, and not at all strange,
When I was your
age I acted like a fool,
I thought
love was a feeling I could turn off and on,
I never
understood that love should be active,
I was
miserable until one day it dawned,
Life was not
meant to always be understood,
I should
have learned that as a boy,
I realized I
didn’t need to understand a woman,
So I relaxed
and began to enjoy,
A woman
might be complex but she’s good as gold,
If you don’t try to control her or live in a
cave,
Remember to
love her forever, to have and to hold,
She should
not be your boss and she’s not your slave,”
Bill was
quiet for a moment as he took this all in,
He could
tell by my face there had been hurt and pain,
Quietly he
asked, “Did she die or did she leave you?”
But my
answer was smothered by the onrushing rain,
Bill left
that job for another one in town,
And I’m still
working on the ranch, come what may,
I hope Bill
found a good woman to love,
And I’ll
save my philosophizing for another day,
I shouldn’t
have been shooting my big mouth off,
And making
myself to be wise and grand,
How could I
give answers about women to Bill,
When it’s
clear there are things I still don’t understand.
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