I see in a friend a look I recognize.
Young women used to see me with those
eyes.
No man is perfect, though some feel so
in a swoon.
There's no doubt my friend will have
learn as much, and soon.
It's a lesson I've seen taught–okay,
I taught–the hardest way.
I don't think guys are different now
than I was in my day,
Though unless the girls have changed,
they won't believe it if it's said,
So my silence I will keep for now;
regrets may lie ahead.
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