He loves to sing and pray
But his social skills drive him away…
He’s frightened (how odd)
Of standard social interplay.
When his wife came too,
He had strategy to get through…
During their walk
He’d let her talk
For him and he’d listen too.
He knows that at church are his friends,
But the struggle for words never ends…
Without wife in play
There’s little to say,
Without the one on whom he depends.