It Seems To Me - Poem by Jame Paise
It seems to me
Prospects of my imagination,
Every ex I meet,
Even strangers on the street!
Have found a belle
And that belle is not me.
It appears to be
A growing and knowing fact
Between all men
That autumn has become a season
To be single and free.
I’m sure you’ll agree
Although you may be quite content and happy
To a certain extent and degree,
No one wants to be lonely.
I’ll sit and wait,
The Dating Game is not for me,
Leaving me foolish and clumsy,
And finding guys wanting nothing more but…
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