SINGLE



Since youth she had wanted to marry

but Mr Right refused always to call.

Her heart remained free for a taker

while her friends married, one and all.

She's now in her middle forties,

tired of her life on her own,

but she still holds her dream of a partner,

not continuing her life alone.



Each day she grows older and older,

no children now will she see,

but that fact has ceased to matter,

she just wants a significant 'he'.

She visits her friends with their families,

she sees the concern in their eyes.

Male friends she has always a-plenty

but none of them looking for ties.



It's not that her life has been aimless,

a good job,  and her life's not been bland,

but there's no-one to whom she is special,

no-one beside whom she can stand.

At night it's especially lonely,

no-one to hear tales of her day.

She still hopes for her knight in bright armour

who will come and will whisk her away.                            

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vilmazab's picture

What a beautiful poem, and so true. But life goes on for all of us, always remember for every person we meet, they too have their stories to tell.