nothing really!

Man always wants beautiful things
Even with women Man never forgets

Blind dates are just blind
When the date comes like playing poker

A good hand or the poor soul
Want to smile or want to hide

It is pathway to life's journey
The little shots Man got in history

At least you had the charm
The gallantry to hang it on

Even with a single malt
You held your card until blown away

Yet you must believe
You didn't run in the beginning

Once I accompanied a city friend
In his car to meet his blind date

What did I know about blind date?
The village bumpkin learning in the city

I waited in his car
He went out to meet his blind date

The next thing I realized
He came running back to the car

He revved up the car
“Better run the mother with a broom!”

Half way through
He laughed and I was the fool

“What did you do?”
“Nothing really!”