I try not to keep myself down,
turning my smile into a frown.
I don't know what direction,
that my life will lead,
Will I ever find what i need?
The problem is that I hate to date,
the last girl I met, sealed her
own fate.
Me and the younger one, were a good
match,
but a life with me, she didn't want to
attach.
I think that my mind is too deep,
to not be with someone, I will weep.
Slowly I will come out of my shell,
to see if I want to go through,
the dating hell, a game to which,
I don't do well.
They call me stubborn, not set in my
ways,
I'm just going with the flow,
each and every day.
So I will keep hunting,
hoping to find,
someone to match me,
with their thoughts and mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem