Town to Country

Sometimes I feel like a "Country to Town" shuttle,
Girls get on,
With big wondrous impassioned eyes and smiles,
Ride for awhile and in style,
Then women get off,
At their desired stop and say "thanks soooo much."

Sometimes I feel like a "Town to Country" transit,
Young women get on married or not,
Feel every hump and bump to their wishes,
They love the long stiff suspension,
Then get off in more ways than one,
At the next stop
Or ride through two with much ado,
And say, "I love you I do,
But really I'm too young for you,"
And bid the seasonal bus adieu

Friends my age and very married,
Say I whine too much.