Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose <br /> From his first love, no matter who she be. <br />Oh, was there ever sailor free to choose, <br /> That didn't settle somewhere near the sea? <br /> <br />Myself, it don't excite me nor amuse <br /> To watch a pack o' shipping on the sea; <br />But I can understand my neighbour's views <br /> From certain things which have occured to me. <br /> <br />Men must keep touch with things they used to use <br /> To earn their living, even when they are free; <br />And so come back upon the least excuse -- <br /> Same as the sailor settled near the sea. <br /> <br />He knows he's never going on no cruise -- <br /> He knows he's done and finished with the sea; <br />And yet he likes to feel she's there to use -- <br /> If he should ask her -- as she used to be. <br /> <br />Even though she cost him all he had to lose, <br /> Even though she made him sick to hear or see, <br />Still, what she left of him will mostly choose <br /> Her skirts to sit by. How comes such to be? <br /> <br />Parsons in pulpits, tax-payers in pews, <br /> Kings on your thrones, you know as well as me, <br />We've only one virginity to lose, <br /> And where we lost it there our hearts will be!<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-virginity/
