Bachelors

The bachelor's pad, a kingdom small,

Where socks like tumbleweeds may sprawl.

A single mug, a coffee stain,

A throne of pillows, sheets untamed.

Sunlight streams through dusty blinds,

On shelves where takeout gently binds.

Empty pizza boxes, warriors bold,

Tales of takeout nights untold.

A lone guitar leans by the door,

Beckons fingers, one chord more.

Melodies of freedom rise,

No curfew calls, no judging eyes.

The fridge, a cavern, cold and deep,

Holds mysteries for those who sleep.

Leftovers congealed, a cryptic dish,

A dare, a test, a hunger's wish.

The bathroom, steam after a shower,

Towels askew, a temporary power.

Razor stubble graces chins so bare,

A badge of honor, a wild man's lair.

The nights unfold, a canvas vast,

With friends who gather, bonds that last.

Board games crackle, laughter rings,

Inside jokes fly on laughter's wings.

Movies stream, a flickering light,

Heroes fight for what is right.

No bedtime tales, no lullabies,

Just endless possibilities.

The morning dawns, a peaceful hush,

The silence broken by a coffee rush.

The newspaper, a world in print,

A single life, a self-built tint.

But freedom's song, it has a cost,

A quiet ache when love is lost.

Empty chairs at candlelit cafes,

A longing glance through rainy days.

The bachelor's path, a winding road,

With independence as its load.

A feast or famine, self-reliant soul,

Learning lessons, making life whole.

For in the quiet moments, late at night,

He ponders dreams beneath the light.

Of love, perhaps, a family's embrace,

A different kingdom, a different space.

But still he chooses, day by day,

To forge his path, his own way.

The bachelor's life, a choice to make,

For freedom's song, a heart to take.