Men’s Convention by Nick Dorizo

What can I say, my old pal friend,

We ourselves are to blame for this,

That there are many brides around,

And you and I are not married.

Girls loved us too, for a wile,

But we, falling in love, did not love, none:

We waited for something every time,

And now we’re at sad apparent…

What's the point, in your alone room

We sit together and hear the blizzard.

We need it more and more every year gone

And it is harder to find a girlfriend.

Well, can I say, my old friend,

We ourselves are to blame for this,

That there are many brides around,

And you and I are not married…